I cannot believe that Little Lady has been here for 11 weeks already! My how time flies…
I have a kind of funny, a little bit embarrassing confession to make. This happened several weeks ago, but I just have to share.
You know how new moms, with new babies; often discover a “dirty” spot on the baby? Like a roll that they didn’t move to clean, that got spit-up in it and it smells funny? And mom feels awful? (Please tell me I’m not the only new mom that discovered something like this?)
With my first, it was under his chin. I didn’t lift his little extra chin up and tip his head back enough, and I found his neck was dirty. I felt horrible.
With my second, I honestly don’t remember where it was. I know it happened, and my gut says “armpits!” But, I don’t want to swear by that, cause I don’t want to lie to anyone here.
So here I am with baby #3, and I know how to clean a baby. I lift up her chin, I scrub her armpits, and I even make sure to scrub the rolls in her super cute chubby thighs. I have this covered. She only gets a bath every other day or every two days, whereas the boys got them nearly daily because I don’t want to dry her skin out.
I’ve got this.
I was playing with her cute little feet, and I saw something, and I spread her toes out, and oh my. The poor little thing had some serious toe jam going on. And it smelled funny. Her little fuzzy socks had deposited fuzz, and it was half gooey, half dried out. Nasty.
I don’t have this.
I feel like an idiot over a little toe jam.
All of this, to come to my next point: A sweet lady was offering to help me because my hands were kind of full, and I waved her off, not wanting to be a bother. She asked if the baby was my first, and when I confessed that no, we have 5 kids, her eyes got huge. She sweetly said, “Wow! You must really know what you’re doing!”
My first thought: Thank you for not making some reference to birth control and/or what causes “that.”
Second: Nope, I just wing it more often than not.
Hear me out on this one: Parenting is more like a journey than a destination. What worked last week isn’t working this week. What works with the 14 year old does not work with the 7 year old. What works with the 7 year old does not work with the 5 year old. And diapers, even cloth ones that I wash all the time, those are the easy things in life right now.
Have you ever had a realization like this?