every time i walk into my bedroom, i feel happy. i like seeing goldie's bed that she doesn't sleep in; she likes being bundled in her car seat much better. we made this discovery after her first, very long night, home. i like seeing my white comforter and feeling clean just looking at it. i like where the floor creaks because it reminds me of jake, who just recently has been walking a little bit lighter on his feet in order to accommodate our sleeping babe. my room feels like a little sanctuary to me. the natural lighting makes me happy. my rug makes me happy. the rug... oh the rug.
when goldie wakes up in the night, i roll over, pick her out of her car seat, flip on the bathroom light and leave the door open just a crack (to preserve as much darkness as possible). in between her feedings, i walk her to her pack and play, put the changing thing down, and then proceed to turn on the closet light, leaving the door open only a crack (again, to preserve the darkness but give just enough light to shine on goldie's behind so that i can see what i'm doing). goldie likes to play a game with jake and i. we'll smell her diaper. sick. so we'll go to change her. as soon as air hits her bum, or a cold wipe, she occasionally projectiles her yellow special sauce. usually we're pretty good at getting the diaper back up just in time, but we've had a few mishaps.
the other night, in the darkness, i was changing misses. i had to get my face down there in order to see exactly what i was doing. just wanted to make sure i got all the special sauce before putting on a new diaper. AND, she has a small rash, so i was also close up to make sure i was getting the cream on the right spot. all of a sudden, there was an explosion.
directly. into. my. face.
it got on the changer, up my arm, and into my face. i yelled for help, and a sleeping stumbling jake jumped out of bed to assist me. how funny is that? and sickening?
i walked into my room today and looked down. there was poop on my rug.
goldie's poop now graces my rug, and for some odd reason, i just want to leave it there.
so i will.