Mercy Awake

If you have ever wondered if God has a sense of humor just observe how the cute newborn smile means a poopy present is being made just for you.

Mercy is two weeks old today. At one week her umbilical fell off. I wanted to save it as a souvenir to go with my wisdom teeth but I threw it out so Sara wouldn't be too grossed out. So the first two weeks have been mostly just sleeping, crying, and diapers.  Today, however, day 14 had a little surprise. Here is what I wrote in my journal:

It started as a simple diaper change after a nap. Sara caringly removed Mercy's diaper to find a small amount of post-nap mustard. While holding her feet up to begin the cleaning she was met by Mercy's battleship poop cannon. Sara was hit squarely in the right leg, a direct hit from more than 2 feet. She escaped uninjured but her pants did not fare as well. After starting damage control with multiple towels, Mercy struck a second time prompting us to opt for giving her a bath. With chaotic speed we whisked her into a swiftly drawn baby bath which she promptly soiled as well, that is, soiled it three times. Apparently warm water is a good motivator for Mercy. So, we eventually got her through a second bath, into a new diaper and sleeper, and a swaddle and then off to feed. What a happy baby. Lesson of the day: quiet baby during diaper change means storm's a comin'.