Well, he didn't really want to wake up so I took advantage of that and played on the Internet and did a few other things that just needed to be done. At 10:00 I got him out of the swing, tried to tell him that he should be hungry, and put him in his bassinet. Now normally when I put him in the bassinet, he wakes up immediately and protests. I was counting on this reaction, but it didn't happen.
So I turned off the light, crawled in bed, and decided he would let me know when he was finally hungry. I figured that would be around midnight or 1. Well, at 2:00 I awoke feeling very 'full' and decided to see if he was still alive. Yes, he was and he was having wonderful dreams, so I let him be. At 6:30 I finally woke up the little lazy bones and told him he was hungry, plus I was truly worried about his diaper that had not been changed since before 7:00 the previous day!
I laid him on my bed and while he did his 'wake up stretching and grunting' I opened up that diaper expecting a disaster, nope. Just very soggy. So I decided to put a fresh one on so the poop would have somewhere to go when it happened while I fed him. Just as I was lifting his little bottom up to slide the new diapers under him, he tooted at me. 2 harmless little toots. But then it happened and I was not fast enough. He shot poop all over me! I had on a white ankle length night gown and there was a HUGE splash of poop about waist high and then it started to run down the night gown in little poop rivulets.
Matt was getting in the shower and I yelled at him to come and help me. He saw my night gown and let out a burst of laughter, until he saw the carpet, the wall, the bassinet behind me, and the bedskirt. Well, actually, I don't think he noticed the bedskirt. Then, the veterinarian that comes home at least twice a week with cow crap all over him says "Sick, that is just sick. What do you want me to do? I can't touch that poop." I said to him what he tells me when I freak out about cow crap all over the place - "It's hay and water honey, hay and water, that's all. Oh wait, it is JUST MY MILK!! Get me a rag please!"
Well, the poop is cleaned up and he finally ate. I get to wash sheets and a bedskirt later today, and break out the good carpet spot cleaner! I guess I had it coming. I have been telling everyone that he has only peed while changing his diapers 2 or 3 times.