atticus has a new toy. it starts with “p” and ends with an “is”. he twirls it, squeezes it, and in general just loves this new toy. i am really ok with this, realizing it is part of the “package” (haha…ok i’ll stop). we have a “no shame” policy in this house and are crossing our fingers that it is a phase.
no problem, right? um – slight problem.
i have lost total control with poopy diapers. this week i had to call in the reinforcements to help me reign it in. while ben employed hypnobirthing breathing and counting [to help with the gagging], holding him down, i cleaned his toes, ankles, thighs, back belly button, fingers, underneath fingernails [those were tricky], and mouth, all smeared in poop. this morning it happened while i was all alone. i was afraid this might happen.
so this is how it happens. before i can fully lift the diaper flap away, he’s reaching for his new toy. if only i had four hands. today i gave him another toy [antibacterial soap bottle]. ok, not smart i know, but i panicked. at first he took the bottle and i thought “aha”. i am sure there was more i was planning to think but i got interrupted by atticus rubbing his toys together. he ends the act with the bottle in his mouth.
any attempts for order and hygiene are lost. twenty minutes later [no diaper should take that long] i am left with that lingering poop smell, wondering if should call poison control for the poop or the antibacterial soap, and a laughing, victorious child.
help! my son eats his own poop. moms [i am assuming you are the only ones i am talking to by now], have you experienced this? what has worked with your child? or is this just a rite of passage of motherhood? i really am at a loss…