July 21, 2010 - Poop Was Oozing Everywhere!!!

So as you know, Georgia is on her THIRD round of antibiotics for this stupid ear infection that will not go away. Wait, let me rephrase that. She is on her second round of antibiotics FOR the ear infection. She got the ear infection while on the first round of antibiotics for a cough. At least the cough is gone.

This latest antibiotic, and the strongest so far, came with a warning from Georgia's pediatrician. And why is it these warnings always center around poop? The last one came with a "red poop" warning. This one came with the dreaded "D" word warning.

So as you might have read here, Georgia started this latest and hopefully greatest antibiotic on Monday, after her nine month check up. I gave her the first dose that night.- no change. She got her next two doses on Tuesday - no change. Then comes today.

I should have seen the warning sign when Georgia had a blow out (the diaper kind) this morning. We haven't seen one of those since we started on solids months ago. But I thought she got it out of her system. Silly mommy.

So off Georgia and I go to her daycare - Georgia in her cute little dress and me in a business suit. My routine is to fill out the daily log, label Georgia's bottles and then take her out of her carrier to say my goodbyes and hand her over to one of the ladies there. ::sigh::

We get through steps one and two just fine, and then I pick her up. I'm saying my sweet goodbyes with her safely nestled into the crook of my hip when, what's this? Is there something wet... ugh! Oh yes, Georgia "leaked" all over me, all over my suit and all over the shirt under my suit jacket. Oh, and did I mention it's a tweed suit? Plenty of little fabric crevices for poop to hide. And well, leak is a serious (s-e-r-i-o-u-s) understatement.

That crap (pun intended) was EVERYWHERE! All over my jacket, all over my shirt, all over my hands, all over Georgia's onsie, all over the little dress that went over her onsie, all over Georgia's legs and of course, all over her diaper. It took two of us to get her changed and cleaned up in our attempts not to spread the poop to more locations.

And that's always a call you want to make to your boss. "Um, I'm going to be late to work because I have to go home and change. Why? Um, my daughter pooped all over me. Yeah, really. Yep, all over." And imagine the conversation yet to come with my dry cleaner.

So I used the almighty Shout before leaving the house again for work. Uh, dare I ask what tomorrow holds?