Day Two: 9:00 am

Is it really only 9 am? Really? Wow, it has already been a heckuva day and I haven't even had a sip of coffee. Before you continue reading, a forewarning: If reading about bodily fluid bothers you, don't read on, because that will be the main topic of this blog.

Still here?

You sure you want to read further?

Okay then, I warned you.

I think God knew today was going to be a trying day for me and blessed me with an entire night's sleep. Y and Z went to bed around 9 pm, Z woke up only at 11 pm, and both got up at 6 this morning. I got 7 whole hours of glorious sleep! If it weren't for feeling rested, I might have a slightly less humorous disposition right now.

When the twins woke up, Turk and I fed them their bottles, changed their diapers, etc. I was holding Z when his whole body stiffened and formula erupted from his mouth and nose. Twice. Now, I knew you could projectile vomit. I did not, however, realize it was possible to do so out of your nose. That's talent, if you ask me.

So I was drenched. Z was drenched.

Clothing change!

Soon after, I was snuggling Y when he decided to give me a replay of Z's eruption. You know, in case I wasn't paying attention the first time (thanks, buddy). This time, we had a blanket over us, so that was drenched, along with Y's jammies.

Clothing and bedding change!

At some point, Turk left for work and I dozed with the babies. Bean came in, bringing with her the delightful aroma of diarrhea.

I laid her down on the floor, opened her diaper, and wow. Without going into graphic detail, let me just say that laying her down on her diaper cased an awesome spill-over effect. And, of course, I had laid her down on the only rug in our house.

Carpet cleanup!

Meanwhile, the babies were freaking out because they were starving (and who could blame them, after they spewed up the entire contents of their bellies). I popped bottles in their mouths. Bean came in to say hi and I got a whiff of diarrhea again. It took me only a second to realize the poo ooze from the previous diaper change had crept up her back.

Bath time!

The babies screamed because they were still hungry, I put Bean in the bath to clean her, Bug coughed and hacked and told me he needed medicine, I looked in the mirror and realized I had tissue shoved in one nostril still from trying to stop my sieve of a runny nose last night ...

And the only thing keeping me sane was texts from friends and thinking, "This is going to make another entertaining blog!"

I have been puked on again by Z while writing this blog, and I composed this entire thing one-handed.

How's your morning? *Wink*

Photo Credit: Tissue Box by davidlat
Source: sxc.hu

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