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When you’re a mother to a 9 week old baby, the one daily chore you dread is cleaning up after The Big Poop. Yes, the BIG POOP that comes once a day and makes sulfur smell like perfume, the poop that fills up an entire diaper (and still overflows!), the poop that makes cleaning up an almost impossible task if not for the entire pack of Pigeon wipes that you used up. Oh, and the poop that makes you hope you’re not on diaper duty when it comes.

As it turns out, after a whole day of relatively poop-less diapers, The Big Poop came at 4am in the morning, halfway during a breastfeeding session. Elena was fussing and I just sleepily popped my right breast into her mouth when suddenly, I heard a…’praaa-aatttt’…followed by a couple more of the same. My eyes snapped open, and a quick shimmy down the bed and a sniff of her diaper told me all I needed to know. The Big Poop has decided to make its appearance and oh joy, guess who’s on diaper duty.

I gingerly picked her up from the bed and transported her quickly to the diaper changing area. Elena has a history of her diaper slipping down her butt when she sleeps and the last thing I want is a lava of poop flowing down the floor in the middle of the night.

I let out a loud ‘ewwww’ when I opened her diaper, and hubby at least had the presence of mind to turn over and sleepily ask ‘Need help?’. Gosh, was I tempted to say yes, but the poor man had to work the next day so I just shook my head and asked him to go back to sleep. The next day, hubby said he remembered a flurry of activity that sounded like it bordered on panic… Well, almost! I had to rush to the bathroom to get warm water (who likes cold water trickling down your butt in the middle of the night?), wipe wipe wipe her butt, change her PJs caused some poop got onto it, change all the towels at the diaper changing area cause those were stained as well, rush back to the bathroom to wash my hands and finally, pick her up back in my arms before she decides to go WW2 on me and wake up the entire household.

And that, was the highlight of Week 10. Yes, a relatively uneventful week, finally! Her diaper rash has cleared up, pooping consistency is almost back to normal, no new developments to report and feeding amount has not changed (in fact, it has reduced as she has suddenly decided that formula doesn’t taste as nice as breast milk and is drinking less during the formula feeds).

However, we still have a couple of amusing incidents to report…
1. I was carrying her in my arms when I asked her if she wanted daddy to carry her and she shook her head. Yes…turned her head from left to right to left to right.
2. My mum was carrying her and my mum asked her if she wanted me to carry her…and she shook her head again (so now you can see her order of preference…my mum over me, me over hubby… )
3. Hubby was snoring away in his sleep and both Elena and myself were tossing and turning coz we couldn’t sleep. I tried nudging him but it didn’t work as he was so sound asleep, until Elena lost her patience and gave a loud yell…that did the trick and woke hubby up!
4. One night after dinner, we were all sitting on the living room floor playing with Elena after her feed (sans hubby coz he was still at the office, poor guy!). We asked Elena…’Where is mummy?’ and she turned to look at me. ‘Where is Wai Poh (grandma)?’ and she turned to look at my mom. ‘Where is Wai Kong (grandpa)?’ and she turned to look at my dad! We did this several times in random order, and funnily enough, she turned and focused on the right person each time, garnering loud cheers from all of us!

And as I’m typing this, Elena has just drummed up some new drama to be reported in Week 10’s post! To be continued….