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Wet and Sleepy

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Aw the joys of motherhood.

There’s nothing like being woken up three times by something wet and slightly cool on your back.

Oliver’s dessicated umbilical stump still hasn’t fallen off and I have to fold his size 1 diapers down so that they don’t cover up the nasty, black thing.

I’ve tried cutting a cute little 1/2 circle in the “waist band” of the diaper but that ended with a leaky diaper and tiny little absorbent balls in Oliver’s diaper.  [Those are a bitch to clean off, just so you know.]

Anyway, I thought I had this whole “turn down the diaper to avoid the black thing” down but last night humbled me…and left me wet.

Three time, count them, three times [!!!] Oliver started fussing at the breast for no good reason.

Since it was almost midnight and I was half asleep, I patted Ollie’s back and relatched the trash talking infant so that I could drift back into a late night stupor.  By the third or fourth pat I felt a damp patch of fuzzy sleeper on Oliver’s back.  The part of the sheet directly under the damp fuzzy sleeper was soaked.

Damn.

I fully regained consciousness, changed the partially asleep infant, and snuggled back into bed.

Twenty minutes later I did it all again.

By the third time, I was genuinely pissed and was cussing that stupid, freaky black stump.

Luckily, neither Oliver nor Tucker awoke and I was left with the realization that not only was I the only one who was awake but that I was on the verge of hollering at an inanimate object that’s attached to my son’s stomach.

Imagine, if you will, a haggard looking 20 something woman changing an infant’s diaper at 3 am and all the while cussing.

Yeah…I looked a little bit crazy.