Blowout

We recently switched from NB sized Pampers to Size 1 because the NB size wasn't holding all of the stuff Cooper could put in them.  I'm so glad we did because even with Size 1 we ended up with a big mess.

You see, Chris usually has diaper duty since I have to spend at least 40 minutes with a child attached to my boob.  I decided to give Chris a break yesterday afternoon and go ahead and change Cooper myself.  I decided to do this before his feeding, when we usually change him between switching sides that way he is more content.  I don't know which idea was worse, changing before feeding, or me doing the changing.

I do all of the prep work and open Cooper's diaper.  He turns on the sprinkler and sprays all over himself.  I'm quickly trying to cover him, but I just get a big puddle of pee on top of the diaper.  Then he decides he also wasn't done pooping and it goes everywhere.  Up his back all over the changing pad (thank goodness for those paper pads Caren bought us!) and all over my hands.  Gross.

I call Chris in and he just smiles at me.  At this point Cooper is screaming his head off because he's hungry and because I still haven't taken care of the diaper situation.  Chris decides a bath is the only option.  Up until now, I've been the one to manage giving Cooper a bath by myself.  This time Chris volunteered to do it.

So he proceeds to give a wet, slippery, squirming, screaming baby a very quick bath.  Cooper practically threw himself off the mesh bathtub and barely bonked his head on the tub.  I don't know how I'll ever trust myself to actually put him in a tub of water since he's so squirmy. 

You think we killed the poor kid!  Once we have a freshly cleaned baby, we dress him and I'm finally able to feed him.  I really hate hearing Cooper cry, so the whole 20 minute ordeal was heart wrenching for me.

Again this morning I attempted changing Cooper myself.  Again I got the sprinkler.  I gave him a quick sponge bath, but I'm seriously considering bathing him again.  I think I should go back to my day job and just stick to feeding Cooper.  He likes to pee and poop on me.  He knows I think it's gross.

We went for a walk yesterday.  I need to take it easy though.  I start to feel better so I push myself a little more and then I'm having to take Motrin again for the pain.  It was fun to get out and Cooper looked so cute in his little hat. 

I'm supposed to get my breast pump in the mail today.  I have really started to enjoy breastfeeding, despite the toe-curling, white, hot, make-you-want-to-throw-up nipple pain when he latches.  It lasts for 30 sec, then I really enjoy it.  Both of us have the hang of it and now I have to figure out how to pump. 

I'm very intimidated by the idea of pumping.  I think part of it is that breastfeeding directly is just easier, and part of it feels like he's growing up too fast now that he will also take a bottle.  I know, it's weird.  It will be nice to have a break and Chris should get to 'bond' with Cooper over food too.