So, I've just returned home from babysitting baby Damien. Besides being slightly boring and extremely tiring, it was a little scary.
He'd been having quite a bit of trouble going poop most of the day and, when he was finally able, he went three times. Upon the third time, I pulled off his diaper and watched as he continued to poop. I'm used to that. When my youngest niece was a baby, she had a lot of problems with her stomach as well. I was letting him finish going; but I guess he pushed so hard, he must have screwed up his stomach all together. He threw up and it shot out his nose. He couldn't breathe, so I picked him up to pat his back to get it out, but he didn't have a diaper on. So, he pooped all over me and all over his feet.
It was an easy clean up, but it was scary. He must have worn himself out with all the squirming and pooping, because he fell asleep.
Until next time -
Jade
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