Welcome to day one of our Not-So-Glamourous Mommy Moments!
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This story features Jenna from You and Me plus Hudson is Three! She is a fun mom who loves to blog about life as a mom, her adventures in losing weight, cooking, and couponing! But that’s not all, so you should definitely go check out her blog!
Here is Jenna’s tale:
I had my first baby in September. My husband and I had been married almost 2 years and together for 4 years and were ready for this bundle of joy to enter our lives. Little did we know how much our lives would change after he arrived.
Prior to having H, we loved to go on weekend trips. Road trips were some of our favorite times together and some of the best memories we have now. So when we pulled out of our driveway to head to Missouri for B to go hunting, we were counting on the 5 1/2 hour trip that we usual had… of course our 2 month old baby would sleep the whole time, my grandparents would love on him all weekend while B was hunting and I would get some rest, right?
WRONG.
It started out with a constipated baby. B got home from work mid-afternoon and I was in the process of giving H some diluted juice to get him to poop before we left, and he did, thankfully. I did not want to have to mess with that in a nasty gas station bathroom. We get in the car, pull out of our driveway and head north. When we had been on the road for about 2 hours, H woke up and started crying. We decided to stop and walk around the gas station for a few minutes to get him out of the car. As I started to pull H out of the car seat I knew something was up… and as he came out I smelled it, and saw it. Oh the juice had worked well, better than I had hoped, and all in the inside of his car seat and all over his pants and up his back and in his hair. I am not kidding.
I take him inside the gas station and lay him on the changing table (at least they had a changing table, big pet peeve of mine when they don’t!). The bathroom was about as big as a closet and I couldn’t even turn around. H was screaming and there was poop everywhere. I finally got him all cleaned up and naked on the gas station changing table, doing my best to keep him from touching anything yucky. I bent down to get a diaper, while doing a weird one-handed-hold-the-baby-while-searching-frantically-for-a-diaper-before-he-pees-all-over-me move. As I dug through the diaper bag I realized I didn’t have any (while packing I thought it would be a good idea to just throw a whole package in the back seat of the car and apparently didn’t check the diaper bag). So I had to yell through the bathroom door hoping B would hear me… and he did. We got all changed and I handed H off to daddy so I could clean myself up. And then I had to clean up the car. Oh and I had forgotten to mention that it was pouring down rain… ugh. We snapped this picture while I was cleaning up the back seat, he has the perfect, “I didn’t do it face”.
We got back on the road and arrived to my grandparent’s house after about 7 hours in the car. And my baby wouldn’t let anyone but me (and daddy and grandpa, who were HUNTING) hold him the whole weekend. So needless to say, I was anxious to get home and back into our routine.
I realize that our fun and stress-free road trips are now just a distant memory, but the journey of motherhood is the best I have ever been on, so I will enjoy that instead.
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