Day Two

Our siblings call and ask if they can come visit. “As long as you don’t have a cough or cold, swing on by”, I respond. I am a bit of a hypochondriac, so naturally, I get worried about my son being exposed to germs before his immune system has developed. Everybody checks out fine except for Vince, who is in the tail end of recovering from a cold. I ask him to wear a facemask and am glad he is understanding.

As we wait for our guests to arrive, a nurse walks in and tells us that we will have to switch rooms because they are out of delivery rooms. We have to move upstairs to the overflow rooms. It’s a downgrade for sure, but they say we should be able to move after our guests leave. Luckily our delivery room is large and can fit all our guests in at once.

My brother and sister arrive with each of their families and four kids in tow. Brendan, the eldest cousin at 7 yrs old, enters as I am in the middle of changing a poopie diaper. Yesterday, I went to get a Peet’s coffee at the hospital cafeteria and missed my babys’ first poop. Not to fear though, my mom was there and took a picture on her iphone. I sent the photo to my siblings and in return, my brother sent me a reaction video of his kids looking at the picture for the first time. When babies first poo, it is not what you expect. The poo is like a black tar. It’s called meconium and is basically waste left from the amniotic fluid in the babys’ system. Not something you see everyday, so my brother was expecting to see a reaction from his kids. The result was uncontrollable laughter. Brendan could not stop laughing at the poop and Reina wanted to see the picture again. She even promised not to laugh the second time. It wasn’t hard to predict that promise was going to be broken. So, back to the present, when Brendan sees me changing a diaper, he asks to be lifted so he can see. As expected, he breaks into laughter. The poop is still a black tar mess. It’s actually the first time changing a diaper in my life. I layer a fresh diaper underneath the old one, get a tissue ready to block any pee streams, undo the old diaper, hold both of babys’ legs up with one hand, wipe all the black tar off with the other, remove the old diaper, strap on the new diaper, and done. Success!

Thanks Stella, Jonathan, Hal, Shirley, and families for visiting! We are really excited that all our kids will be growing up together. Looking forward to bbq’s in mom’s backyard this summer!

Thanks Vee for visiting and bringing the buns. Yum.

Thanks Auntie Millie for visiting. You are always so thoughtful.

Thanks Eugene and Dot for coming to visit and feeding me episodes of Sherlock. That show kept me on the elliptical machine these past few weeks and I have a feeling I’ll need every bit of extra endurance for the nights ahead!