This morning, Nyla just woke up in a mood. She was irritated, crying, and fussy. This is very unlike her, as she usually is all smiles and giggles. Not today though. There was nothing that could satisfy her. I tried food, I tried her playmat, baby swing, changing her diaper, playing in the bouncy chair...nothing was consoling her. It was super frustrating because this lasted for hours...HOURS.
My cousin, Tau, came over to watch Nylabear while I was helping Woody prime my parents' dining room for painting. Apparently Tau has the magic touch because Nylabear was nice and quiet for her. This is when I should have remembered Nyla's routine: quietness means pooping.
Not even 15 minutes later, Tau was calling me because Nyla had indeed pooped. And she didn't just poop; she destroyed her diaper, outfit, and baby swing. I mean, baby poo everywhere. Per our ranking system, this was one of the most major blowouts at 19 wipes needed to clean her up. Most of these wipes were used to clean her thighs, knees, butt, back, and shoulders. Yes, shoulders. That's how much poo there was.
No joke, after we changed her diaper, she had about 1/2 an ounce of food and knocked out. Homegirl passed out! After all that fussing this morning, I'm not surprised. Oh Nylabear, you're a piece of work sometimes.
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