Once we got Bree home, we had learn how to care for Brianna in the home environment without nurses and doctors around to help. It still amazes me that the hospital allows you to take an infant home without passing some kind of parenting test! Jason seemed to transition easily whereas I seemed to be more of a deer caught in headlights. I wasn't used to feeding Bree in a chair as I normally fed her in a hospital bed that raised and lowered with the press of a button. Bree and I also experienced a few feeding hiccups as previously written about in the earlier blog. Once we got the hang of things, we started to feel more comfortable, almost to the point that we had a routine down.
A day or so later, Bree decided to show us her "not-quite-so-attractive" side by sharing her explosive spit-ups and dirty diapers! Being new parents, we were prepared for small spit-ups as we had received a few cute, decorative burp rags. Before Bree was born, we researched various websites which create a list of all the baby equipment a new parent will need. The websites informed us that 6 or so burp rags would be sufficient. Reality check...6 burp rags are sufficient if we want to be doing laundry almost every single day! Thanks to a recommendation from my cousin, Desiree, Jason quickly got on amazon and ordered two 12 packs of cloth diapers to be used as extra burp rags. Cloth diapers are certainly the way to go as they have saved several outfits already! While we waited for the cloth diapers to be delivered, Jason and I tried using baby bibs, washcloths, and the burp clothes as a means to catch the spit-ups. Most of Bree's spit-ups were easily contained as they weren't much, but several of them weren't so containable. Jason, Auntie Kirsten, Grandmom, and I were all victims of Bree's explosive spit-ups, each of us caught unprepared! I will say, Jason and Grandmom probably got the worst of it. One day when Jason had encouraged Auntie Kirsten and me to do a bit of shopping, poor Bree spit-up on Jason four times, each time causing him to have to change his outfit. Each time I called the phone to check in, Jason sounded more and more exhausted. To make up for it, Auntie Kirsten and I brought him home a chocolate fudge brownie, it was the least we could do. Now, poor Grandmom had the experience of a lifetime, when little Bree decided to spit-up all over and into Grandmom's shirt and bra. I heard the yelp, "Amy, I need you now!" and knew that it was either a spit-up or poop explosion, neither of which are good.
Now, the explosive diapers have been just as memorable. I actually just received one this morning, after a non-so-rejuvenating evening with Bree. Every once in awhile Bree's little diapers won't contain an explosive shot and when this happens, mommy and daddy are left with a mess to clean up. The first one of course happened during Bree's second doctor's appointment. We knew she needed a diaper change in the waiting room, but decided that we would wait until the doctor called us into the office, because Bree was going to be weighed and would need to have her diaper removed for this. Originally, the nurse told us we could change Bree on the scale, but once Jason picked her up from the car seat, we quickly realized that we would need to change her there in the room. Explosion all over the car seat, onesie, and Bree. This happened again during one of our walks around the neighborhood with Bree. Unfortunately for Jason, his hand wasn't able to stay clean as he reached in to pull Bree out of the car seat. Now, I got to join in on the fun when Brianna was visited by her great-Grammy and cousins Desiree, Stella, and Ellie. I was holding Bree and feeding her, when I looked down and saw that my shirt and pants were not so clean anymore. My comment, "I guess I'll need a change of clothing...yuck!" Oh the joys and fun of parenthood!
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