Mothers Unite!

An unfortunate group of negative events have inspired me for this next post. Here is my disclaimer: If you do not like what I have to say...STOP reading. This is my free space to say whatever I want! Thank God for that.

Motherhood is just another phase of life that allows people to join cliques and make rules for you to follow. That's really sad. Motherhood is about the most important job you can do, and as being a follow mom you should want to encourage and support one another. NOT bring each other down, or judge each other on whether or not you: breastfeed or formula feed, stay at home or work and all the other things that women judge each other about. I encounter a lot of negativity on mother blogs or just simply Facebook. Everyone is different, embrace it! Therefore, people's parenting skills will vary. I am a first time mom and I am the first to admit I AM CLUELESS! Yes, I will listen to your advice and opinions, then you should respect my right as a mother to do things my way. Thankfully, no one has directed their ignorant judgments my way (at least not verbally), they probably know better. Bottom line: We are all in this together, motherhood is a beautiful journey, let's treat it that way! Let's support each other, mother's unite!

Onto more entertaining news. We had our first poop explosion last week! Here I was smugly laughing at all the pooptastrophies I had read and heard about, thinking that never happened to us! Haha! Last week after a wonderful surprise visit from a great friend, Karson and I were sitting out in the kitchen rocking out to music and getting a snack. We finished up and we were headed back to the cave for some more catching up on our DVR. I went to pick him up from his musical bouncer (aka strange baby vibrator) and I felt a little wetness on his sleeper. Uh oh someone peed their pants-WRONG again. Someone exploded in their pants. I look down and I was in awe of the power of one little boy. Poop runs all in his bouncer. I walk to the bathroom look in the mirror and see the horror, the entire left leg of his sleeper is poop juice. I stand there in shock-what the hell am I supposed to do now?!? Get the camera, DUH! I had to document this monumental poop. I knew his father would never believe me without proof. Then, the chaos ensued. Up until this point Karson was just relieved to get that giant poop out and had a smile on his face. I then undressed myself, down to the granny panties, I knew this was going to get messy! I turn on the shower head, attempt to fill the baby tub up (all while holding him). The faucet is strangely loud and scared the crap out of the both of us (there wasn't much left for him). Threw some bubbles in there, made sure the water was warm and then the real waterworks started. I got him out of the sleeper (this went right in the trash, along with the onesie and diaper). Worthless! I forgot to mention he just grew out of sink washing, this was the second time in the frog tub and first time for mommy all by herself. Sounds easier then it is, especially with a slippery little baby in your hands. I attempted to get all poop off his legs and feet. The tub looked like a war zone. Karson was screaming his head off, (compare to Steven Tyler). All I could do is get down in his face and say over and over again, "Baby we are almost done, I know mommy is terrible at this, but I love you and I would never hurt you." I guess I said this out loud to calm myself down. My heart was breaking over his major meltdown, but I had to get this poop off! I hurried up threw the ducky towel over him, dried him off and comfort nursed for about an hour. Our first pooptastrophie, we survived and have a great memory for when he brings home his first date! Paybacks are hell. Haha!