... it probably isn't a good thing.
Last night I was nursing Baby Girl just after dinner. She was being her usual difficult self when it comes to the dinner feeding - like most kids, I suppose, she is interested in anything BUT eating, but lets out a holler if I dare think that she's lost interest in food. She just wants it when she wants it - at her own pace - which usually means suck for a few minutes, and look around for a few minutes, repeated about 36 times. (Nursing her in a dark, quiet room doesn't help either - if there is the slightest amount of light, she's looking around. If there is no light, I fall asleep).
Sometime near the beginning - where she pulls off, looks around quickly and fusses because she can't find her food source again , she spit an entire mouthful of warm milk down my arm - inside the light cardigan I had on. My shirt and the cardigan were both destined for the laundry.
We're nearing the end - where she pulls off, sighs contentedly and lays her head against me for a few seconds, grinning, before she decides she wants more food. She radiates heat just like Himself. Last night, the heat seemed a bit, well, damp. And oddly, the heat seemed to be spreading rapidly across my lap. I picked her up, puzzled.
The rascal had overflowed her diaper and peed all over me. (Not just a spot, mind you, but a flood that covered my entire lap and soaked through my skirt, slip and underthings).
Fortunately, it was bath night. Baby Girl HATES baths, but tolerates them if I'm in with her - either in the shower or the bath. I made Himself hold her while I got ready for the shower. He held her at arm's length, Baby Girl kicking gleefully, so that he did not have to share the warm, wet feeling I already had.
I took Baby Girl, put a changing pad down on the bathmat, and stared in stunned silence - the warm, wet liquid that she had so generously shared was not, it turns out, just pee. It seems that after I had checked, she had continued her expulsion of bodily liquids - all over me, her dress, her onesie, her diaper and all the way up her back.
The week is clearly off to a great start.
(On that note, for those of you interested, at three months, Baby Girl FINALLY fits into her 0-3 month clothes - mostly. She is FINALLY outgrowing newborns - the next pack of diapers I buy will be size 1 - Costco here we come! She is not so scrawny anymore - but there is more muscle on her than baby fat, tipping the scales at a petite 9 lbs 7 oz. last week, still on the 5th percentile growth curve).
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