Poop!

Yesterday morning when I went to get Ella from her crib, she was already awake. She was also completely naked. Her soaking wet overnight diaper was crammed in the corner of her crib and she was looking at me sheepishly, vaguely pointing to the corner of the crib. I looked and, god help me, there was poop squished down between the mattress and the crib rails and smeared on her knee. One of her bears was soaking wet (she sleeps with 9 bears now), presumably from pee. I was appalled. She was embarrassed. It was not a good way to start the day.

I cleaned everything up and called Chad to commiserate. I wailed: "What if this becomes a thing now? What if she does this every morning?" And Chad said if that was the case, we could tape her diaper on, wrapping duct tape round and round her waist so she couldn't get it off. I would definitely wrap my child in duct tape if that's what I needed to do to keep the diaper on.

In a weird twist, yesterday night Ella pooped in the toilet for the first time in her life. Maybe she was trying to make up for the shitty morning (pun intended). We hooted and clapped and smiled, and she beamed with pride.