A few days ago we welcomed a new baby toothbrush into our toothbrush family. M has been begging us to start brushing K’s little knub of a tooth for quite some time. Grandma mailed her a very cute toothbrush, so we bought the right kind of toothpaste and started brushing the tooth. I just love how K’s little toothbrush looks in our toothbrush holder. There’s something inspiring about it. Something emotional. To me it represents how far we have come in the last year. Last year at this time Kailyn was fighting for her life, had what seemed like hundreds of tubes and lines coming in and out of her tiny body, and was hooked up to SO many machines. And here we are, just one year later, and her little toothbrush is hanging out with the rest of them. Powerful stuff!
As for the not-so-sad goodbye, hang in there, it’s kind of a long story. On Wednesday of this week, we met some friends at a restaurant to celebrate the adoption of a precious little girl. Of course we are personally passionate about adoption, and our good friends have had SUCH a long and difficult journey to bring their precious one home. Anyway, there we were, talking with friends, laughing, and I see Graig make a funny face. He looked at his arm (the one holding K) and then smelled K’s buns. I assumed this meant we needed to change a messy diaper. About the same time, we both noticed that this was no ordinary messy diaper. This was THE BIG ONE. To say that poop was everywhere is an understatement. It was up her back and soaking through her clothes. This is the kind of blowout that you hope will never happen away from home. Of course we left the diaper bag in the car. Graig ran out to get it while I tried to figure out a way to hold K without getting any more poop on my shirt. I also quickly realized that I was going to be on my own in cleaning up this one since Graig couldn’t come in the women’s bathroom to help. I took a deep breath, tried very hard to see the humor in the situation, and went for it. As I was getting everything situated, I noticed that I didn’t have any changing pads in the diaper bag. Uh-oh. I consider myself to be a bit of a “green” girl, so I try not to use or buy disposable items on a regular basis. (I’ve had to make peace with using disposable diapers, but that’s for another post on another day.) Well, a while ago, someone had given me some disposable changing pads they weren’t going to use. Instead of throwing them away, I decided to use them up before putting a regular changing pad in the diaper bag. Well, I had no changing pad of any kind, but I did have some disposable bibs that someone else had given me. I strategically placed three disposable bibs on the changing station, sat Kailyn down, and began to assess the damage. It was way worse than I thought. I considered bathing K in the bathroom sink, but there were many drawbacks to that idea. I had just (barely) enough wipes with me to clean it all up, and I gingerly placed K’s poop-covered clothes in the too-small ziplock bag that had previously held the bibs/changing pads. After congratulating myself on a job well done in somewhat difficult circumstances, K and I went back to the celebration. I don’t know how I did it, but I forgot to wash out K’s poopy outfit when we got home that evening. (Who am I kidding? I was going to have Graig help with that step since I got to handle the mess at the restaurant.) Needless to say, the outfit was quite ripe the next morning. By that point it seemed like it was more trouble than it was worth to clean the outfit that was too small for her to wear again anyway. Sure, I could have washed it a few times, used Zout, etc., and then passed it along to someone else whose child may or may not have worn it, but I didn’t. I very happily put it right in the dumpster. End of story.
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