Poop, the story lives on

Oh dear POOR Evi!

I woke up last night around midnight to hear the sound of barfing and that poor little high pitched cry that plainly says, "Help, somethings wrong, I'm scared." I jumped up and went to her crib and that is when I smelled it...I woke Phil up who had fallen asleep on the couch and said that I needed some help with Evi. I then put a towel down on our bed, turned the light on, and got the poor baby who had barf on the outside and whose jammies were leaking with vile flu poo from the inside. A quick assessment of the situation brought the realization that only lots of running water would clean this poor child. Phil took her to the tub while I started stripping her bed. I tried to go into the bathroom to help but the smell drove me back gagging. I was in hysterics (the laughter kind), as I could hear the sounds of his iron stomach give way to loud gagging. In the all the years of poop, puke, and blood, I have never heard him gag (except once when he had to take apart the bathroom sink and there was a bunch of hair and stinky water - he has issues with hair) and this is not the first child that he has had in the bathtub covered with poop within the past couple of days!

When all was said and done - a clean baby, new jammies, fresh sheets, and laundry started. Phil commented that that was the worst thing he has ever smelled in his entire life. I have to agree. So we lay down in our bed, trying to sleep in the thick fog of poop air that permeated our room, the bathroom, and the hallway and I was still laughing.