It has now
been nine months since my little minion entered this world, and I have learned
a lot about babies and parenting in that short amount of time. I honestly can
tell you that almost every book or website my wife and I read was a complete
waste of time. In fact, those sources got me even more freaked out about having
a mini-version of myself slowly crawling about our un-child-proofed house.
There is nothing that can prepare you for the rapid changes that occur to an
infant between 0 – 9 months. Only your own wits, advice from your parents
(which is usually well intended but completely wrong for your own child), and
being able to read your little one like a color-by-numbers book can help you
during this ever changing time.
The Teeth Are Coming!
I would
like to take a moment to thank every baby book I read, every bit of advice my
wife and I got from anyone, every website, and all the doctors and nurses for
not telling us about teething. Holy uncontrollable tantrums Batman! My wife and
I both got blindsided by the early onset teething that my minion is enduring.
Around the seven-month mark, her first tooth started to come in. We had no
idea. None. We were totally unaware that our little girl could get a tooth that
early. That small, shitty tooth screwed up everything.
We had a
system going. A good system! Our minion was fine and happy at night. She even
had a few nights were she slept for eight straight hours. EIGHT HOURS OF SLEEP!
That’s a vacation in parental terms. Those were good nights. But that freaking
tooth reared its ugly, enameled head and sent our plans into a tailspin. We are
now finally able to comb through the wreckage and assess where we went wrong so
this never happens again during our involvement with a teething child. Or at
least we can minimize future casualties.
Our minion had to be held
constantly, given Tylenol every three hours, and Orajel every four hours to
help with the pain and suffering. With all that love and drugs, we were still
hard pressed to get a good night where she was sleeping more than three hours a
stretch and she needed to be calmed with bottle or boob. Not my boob that would
be weird. We had to sleep with her in our bed for two weeks straight because
she simply could not calm herself down in her crib. And that’s not easy because
you are so scared to move since any motion could crush her.
No one, and I do mean no one,
warned us about the hazard that is teething. Everyone was giving us advice on
how to start on solid foods, how to change a diaper, how to bathe her. But not
one friendly soul told us, “Hey, just a heads up. When she starts teething,
it’s going to suck major eggs.” That would have been nice to know. So, to those
of you out there; be on your guard, for when teething starts, it’s going to
suck major eggs.
Toys With Songs Are Now My Mortal Enemy
Along with
a small infant comes a vast amount of plastic figures and shapes with crazy
smiley faces that play music, songs, and annoyingly catchy rhymes. We now have
an unstoppable army of stuffed animals, picnic baskets, trains, furniture
straight out of Pee-Wee’s Playhouse, walkers, activity tables, and countless
other creatures that create “mentally stimulating audio.” What they really mean
by that is you, as a parent, will be sleeping and suddenly the alphabet song
will begin to play in your head on a constant, unstoppable loop sung in the
voice of an overly happy yellow chair. And it wakes you up because you think
your little one has escaped from her crib and has somehow found her way
downstairs to play with her toys. I have actually gone into her room in the
middle of the night because of this exact scenario.
We are not
talking about cool music either. We are talking if-I-ever-hear-this-song-again-please-kill-me
kind of music. Ariana Grande type music. Every song is high-pitched and
excessively happy to the point of me contemplating melting the face of those
damn plastic toys with a lighter.
My favorite one is a purple/pink
picnic basket that sings about rainbows and sharing. That damn picnic basket
plays every time a butterfly button is pushed or its lid is opened. My daughter
has learned to operate that lovely toy like a pro. And I can’t get mad about it
because getting mad about it is bad for my minion. I have to keep a smile on my
face and happiness in my voice. When I go to bed, however, all I hear is a
squeaky voice that progressively gets higher singing “Red, orange, yellow,
green, blue, purple, it’s a rainbow.” I now officially hate picnic baskets. And
to a lesser extent, the spectrum of visible light.
Diapers Cannot Contain Everything
Anyone that
is a parent, or has siblings still in diapers knows this one far too well.
Diapers do not work all the time. That is a fact. My minion will be sitting
playing, then all of a sudden, grunts. I don’t mean a cute grunt. I mean a full
on, just had a Chipotle burrito eight-hours ago and now it needs to come out of
me type of grunt. She knows what she’s doing to because she laughs afterwards.
As a new Dad, I thought it was funny at first. My bouncing baby girl is
grunting when she poops! It is hilarious! Until you realize what is coming out
of her little body is roughly a quarter of her body weight and is now seeping
into her clothing and getting into the carpet.
This is a
team effort at this point. The load in my minions pants cannot stay put and is
shimmying its way up her back. Now what we have is a massively full diaper
that has its contents coming out of the three openings (which I call design flaws) due to
lack of proper sealing. I can see the brown stains getting larger as I rush my
minion up the stairs held straight out from my body like she was some kind of
time bomb that I’m trying to get out of my house in time.
Then the
problem arises. If I put her on her changing table, there will be a toxic spill
over the changing cover and more of her clothing. But, I am willing to take
that chance. So I plop her, gently yet quickly, on her changing table knowing
that the changing cover is going to need to be washed immediately afterwards.
The button up jumper she was wearing is now a total loss and has a triangle of
brown stretching from the top of her butt to about her neck, and the insides of
the legs are one continuous line of poop. Unbuttoned, I can easily remove the
jumper with minimal effort, but it’s the onsie underneath that is now the
problem. There is poop everywhere, and the only way the onesie is coming off is
over her head.
Now the
trick is figuring out how to remove the onsie over her head with as little poop
coming in contact with her face and hair. So I remove her arms first and roll
her shirt over her face so the poop triangle on her back stays there and only
there. Now the damaged can be assessed. As a parent, you are hoping that it
isn’t as bad as what you know it is going to be, and when that diaper is opened
you can only stare at amazement. It is beyond me how a person that small can be
responsible for so much ejected mass. And it is everywhere! Where the hell does
it come from? It makes me think that small humans have a special organ that
only stores poop, and then when they get out of diapers is magically
disappears.
You need to be on your toes too,
because I found that my eight-month old will grab and pull her diaper up to
their face. That was a fun lesson to learn, as my minion was able to drag a
completely full diaper up her entire right side, covering her from but to arm
pit in a thick brown paste. We now double-team these massive deuces in a
two-on-one handicapped match. One parent takes the arms and is on distraction
duty, while the other is on clean up. I seem to be getting the short end of the
stick on this and find myself on clean up duty far more than I would like.
I don’t
know why it happens, but there have been several of these episodes in my house
recently. My wife and I can only laugh at this because it is so ridiculous to
us that it takes two people to control a small 17 pound baby so she doesn’t get
her poop all over herself. I am now waiting for poop to be thrown in the middle
of the night. The reason why I am waiting for that is because my brother and I
had a massive poop fight when we were 2½ and 1½ years old. That should be a fun
experience before heading to work.
There are
so many small moments as a parent that you look back just laugh. The teething
will be with us for a while longer. The songs will be with me forever.
Hopefully, the pooping incidents will decrease with age. I’m just enjoying the
ride at the moment, and the sleep. Mostly the sleep.
There is a part for that, its called the rectum and stores feces.
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