I am so excited to begin this new feature called: The Mommy Bloopers; Confessions of a first time Mommy's Uh Oh's.
We all have them- The Oops. Uh Oh. Oh Crap moments of mommyhood. So I thought, why not start compiling them here for a few laughs?! I mean, if we can't laugh at ourselves then what's the point? I'd SO love it if you joined in with me! (I'm assuming I'm not the only mama out there with a few Uh Oh moments??) If you do, link back in the comments so I can check out your Mommy Uh Ohs and if you don't have a blog but want to share a funny Oh Uh.. leave a comment :)
Mommy Bloopers Take One...
The night before our first plane ride with Mason we rushed out the door, drove 3 hours to Anchorage and then had a 3am wake-up call to get our nephew and niece to the airport. I hadn't anticipated Mason would actually wake up at 3am. But, He did. Darn. Up at 3am, our flight didn't leave until 7:20am. That's cause for one tired baby. Well, at least the plane takes off around Mason's first feeding, so take off should be a success- I thought.
So there we were. Packed in the airport shuttle starting our long journey of the day. I felt the tension in my back release as my mind filled with ease as I skimmed through my diaper bag. Food. Check. Toys. Check. Ticket Check.. Diapers...
me: "Ah..did you grab the diapers from the car?"
hubs: "oh shoot. No I didn't"
me: " WHAATT??"
long pause
followed by
frantically ripping through my diaper bag.
followed by
long silence
as calmly as I can sound: "We have 1 diaper and 9 hours of travel time."
inhale.
exhale.
me: "nightmare."
So there we were.
And as if on que, Mason pooped precisely as we got settled neatly into our seats on the plane (the wrong seats I might add--a story for another time) So now I have a fussy baby with a turd in his diaper and zero diapers to change him into. oh crap. Time to get creative.
me: "this is what we're going to do, we're going to open Mason's diaper, I'll grab the poop nuggets and put them in the plastic bag...and he'll just have to wear the diaper again."
hubs: "uh.. ok"
Yeah. That was my genius idea.
Remove the turds from his diaper.
Shaking Head.
But.
That's exactly what we did.
Wipe in hand, I grabbed each little turd in Mason's diaper and placed them in a plastic bag. And all button backed up he went. I only felt like the WORST mother EVER for having to make my sweet baby wear the same diaper. Sigh.
OK. Made it through the first plane ride. Land in Seattle. 1 hr. lay over. Time for food... oh and another poop by my son.
Sigh.
Luckily this time I was able to remove Mason's turds in the privacy of a bathroom stall and not on an airplane. Yeah, I only felt like the WORST mother EVER for having to make my sweet baby wear the same diaper he had pooped in twice.
OH MY GOSH.
Can you say, Mommy- Uh oh?!
Sigh.
