Wet and Sleepy

Filed Under: Life

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.


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.