See Gracia's face? That's how I felt at the end of my first Mother's day!
It was a Sunday…of course, since Mother’s Day is always on Sunday, and I was in the bathroom getting ready for church, while almost one year old Gracia splashed in the bathtub. I noticed in the reflection of the mirror she was holding something and putting it up to her mouth, I turned around to see my daughter had not only pooped in the tub, but was about to eat it!!! I freaked out…Cameron actually stayed pretty calm.
Things went quite well for the rest of the day…until the evening came. Cameron had left for a little bit and I nursed Gracia. I remember as I burped her, being so pleased with how much food she had eaten at supper and then nursed a bunch too! Right as these thoughts were in my mind she threw up all over me and her! I guess she ate a little too much!
I rushed her to the bath (I think it was her 3rd bath of the day at this point). As soon as she was clean I decided I needed to get a clean shirt on myself…her diaper could wait while I put a new shirt on, right? So I set her down on the floor…diaperless…you probably know what’s going to happen next…she decided it was a perfect time to pee!
Once we both were cleaned up…again…Cameron came home to a crying wife.
“What’s the matter???”
I bawled, “I don’t want to tell you, because you’ll laugh!!”
Well, I did end up telling him…and he did laugh, and after a while my wailing turned into laughter too.
When I told my mom the saga she said, “Well at least all the rest of your Mother’s Days will seem good compared to your first!”