My colleague next door to my office has two young children, and she warned me about this: baby poo that escapes a diaper and makes it on a baby’s back.
Guess what I discovered when I changed little Daniel’s diaper this very early morning?
I’ve quickly discovered in the Adventures in Mommyhood a casual disregard to baby bodily fluids that normally would make me raise my hand “EWWWW”: I’ve been pee-d on, pooped on, spit up on, drooled on, and sneezed/coughed/runny-nose-d on. I’ve wiped stinky sweaty skin cells out of the little dimples and folds of Daniel’s neck and armpits, sometimes with my bare hand (when a wet wipe wasn’t readily available), without a second thought (and quickly washed my hand afterwards).
I *haven’t* done what I saw my mom used to do with my younger siblings (and I guess with me, too, although I don’t remember): use Mommy Spit as a baby cleanser. But I’ve been *tempted* though.
10/30 update: Oh yeah — and I caught the baby’s cold. Occupational hazard.