The Little Squirt (or things you can't be a whimp about)

It's such a relief that we have managed to get Elise to sleep most of the night. The only bad thing is that we still have to set our alarm to wake her up for feedings. Her 1AM feeding was the only time I didn't have to wake her. I just think she is a lot like her mom, she would rather get her beauty sleep then eat. The 4 AM feeding started off like something at 4 AM would, the alarm going off, and me getting up stumbling around trying to wake up. I got the bottle ready, grabbed a diaper on the way back to the crib. I picked up the sleeping baby, and got her ready for her diaper change. With VERY little light on( this is to help her know that it is still night time, and that its only time to eat and sleep, not to keep mommy awake) I began the changing. I removed the wet diaper to hear a rummble in her tummy. I thought for about two seconds about that sound. It was the sound that was made the day before when Joseph and just fastened a new diaper to her, just in time to remove it again because it was NOW a messy one. I hurried to place a new diaper under her so to keep the mess at 4 AM to very little. I lifted her under side up to place the diaper under her, just in time for her to squirt all over my shirt. * NOTE THIS PART IS NOT FOR THE FAINT OF HEART* I was stunned! Projectile Poop!! All over me! That was a new one for me. Joseph got up to see what I was moaning about. I finished cleaning the baby, replacing her diaper, and handed that baby to Joseph to feed. I quickly got undressed and started the wash of all that was involved. I replaced my Pj's just in time for the baby to go back to sleep. I giggled a little and explained to Joseph what had happened. My quick mommy hands just were not quick enough, but honestly projectil poop was something the took me by surprise. I should just get use to it though. There are going to many more firsts where I am going be taken back. Joseph laughed, and just before he went back to snoring, he said that this was something I was going to have to blog about, because there was no way HE was going to do it. Moral of this story... Mommies hands are quick, babbies are quicker.