The Great Poo Disaster

What a night.  I just spent the last half hour bleaching our toilet walls, floor and toilet itself after my 4 year old seemed to have a poo explosion.  It was everywhere.  I didn't even attempt to wash his undies - straight in the bin they went.

I absolutely LOVE being a mum, and I say that not in a preachy way, I have my bad days like everyone, and if I have to play Toy Story Snakes and Ladders one more time I think I may have a tiny aneurysm, but for me it is my JOB that doesn't feel like a job.  I used to loathe getting up in the morning to go to work and wished for the day that I had a job I loved, and I now have it.  (I just want to stress though that I am not pretending to be a super mum or that every moment is like a cheesy 60s sitcom, motherhood just fits for me).  However tonight was not one of my favourite moments.

It was gross and heartbreaking.  My little one came running out to me (leaving a lovely trail of poo) hysterical because he had not only not made it to the toilet but somehow got it everywhere and tried to clean it up.   If he wasn't covered in poo I would have given him a massive hug.  Instead husband put him in the shower while I set to work.  But it made me think, as a mother, we automatically see the vulnerability in our children.

This is me and my gorgeous 5 month old

I am sure I will have the privilege of cleaning many more poo, vomit and wee incidence.  But I think the fun times far out way the disgusting times.  And I have so much ammunition for when they are teenagers.  MWAHAHAHAHA

Jen

www.shimi.com.au

Baby Number 3 WAS NOT A MISTAKE

As I have mentioned just once or twice in the past few weeks, my tolerance levels are low.  Generally I am a very nice person.  I am the person that will laugh at others jokes, just so they don't feel embarrassed.  I talk to the person at get togethers that most people avoid (you know, the one that can talk endlessly about their latest ailment, or gives you details of how adorable their dogs are).  And I usually choose to ignore others insensitive remarks because and the end of the day, we have all said things that later we have kicked ourselves for.

In saying that, I am at the end of my tether in relation to having a 3rd child.  For some reason a LOT of people feel they have the right to tell me I am crazy.  They seem to think that because they choose to stop at one or two children, that I am a fool to even think about having a third.  Meanwhile I am heavily pregnant. Do they think that saying this to me will suddenly change my mind and I will decide to give the child up for adoption?  What is their point?  I am finding it so insulting that I am about to introduce my new son into the world in the next few weeks, however I have people telling me they can't believe I went back for number 3.

Even better are the people that assume my pregnancy was a mistake.  I had a lady ask me just the other day if I had to go and get all new baby things because she was sure I would have gotten rid of all my baby stuff after my second child was born.  I then had to explain that my 3rd pregnancy was planned and very much wanted.  Why should I have to do that?

Truth be known, my husband and I have had three miscarriages, two before this current pregnancy.  We always wanted three children and were devastated when we miscarried.  Our 3rd is just as much of a miracle and just as wanted as our first two.   This is not something that we make public knowledge, and possibly these people saying these things would think twice before they voiced their opinion, but why should be have to?

Anyway, I am sure I will have those same people making just as insensitive remarks after my son is born.  Maybe it is time to reevaluate our social circle?

Jen
www.shimi.com.au