Catching Poo

This is my first post on the topic of "scat." I doubt it will be my last. [You've been warned.]

Today was day 3 since my new daughter's last poo. Mommy and I were getting a little concerned, but not yet panicky.

After I administered Jessica's 7 PM feeding tonight, I noticed the distinct aroma of human excrement. While this would make some folks recoil in horror, I pulled her butt in for a closer smell.

How delighted I was when I opened her diaper to discover a wedge-shaped piece of baby dung. It was the most solid one we'd seen yet, probably due to the amount of formula we'd been mixing into the rotation lately. Mommy and I were, needless to say, both relieved and quite proud.

As I began wiping the poo "spigot," I was thinking, "wow, it's kind of hard to clean. I really need to get in there." That's when I realized it wasn't a deficiency in my cleaning, but rather the fact that "in there" was continuing to come "out here."

In a slight panic I started to use the baby wipe in my hand to catch the mighty turd as it made its exit. I quickly realized that I was going to run out of room on the wipe before she ran out of steam. My wife, observing from over my shoulder, started laughing uncontrollably. Her laughter was contagious to a certain extent, but was checked by a now critical concern on my part for where the rest of this mushy cigar was going to land.

I yelled to my wife, like a captain to his first mate, "Pull the diaper over here!!" She responded with an unspoken "ai ai sir!" and dragged the clean area of the used diaper to the "landing zone." I breathed a sigh of relief as the Playdough Fun Factory kept the flow up for another 30 seconds or so.

After a good laugh, another wipe, and a clean diaper, we were able to reflect on a perfect little new parent moment.