I’ve learned to do a lot of things in unconventional ways over the last seven days.
Right now, I’m typing this with one finger at a time on a cell phone resting on a small mammal. Earlier today, I picked up a cloth from the floor with my toes and put it on the couch so I could reach it with my hand without bending over. And I probably shouldn’t reveal how many times I’ve now used the washroom performing all related functions with just one hand.
I do all this because the Little Parasite was born Tuesday.
My husband and I welcomed Baby E to the world at 4:30 a.m. on July 8 after a less-good-than-expected labour and delivery. Everyone is healthy, although some of us are only happy if there is a boob pointed squarely in our face. But I won’t name names.
I have lots of things to share, as well as a few things to over share. And I’m sure I’ll get to them eventually.
But for now, I will pass along one simple piece of wisdom; babies poop a lot.