I woke up this morning to a little voice on the baby monitor saying"uh oh beer" (bear) "uh oh beer" repeatedly. I didn't really think much of it being that she says, "uh oh" about a 100 times a day. As I walked to Ryann's room to get her out of bed, I smelled her room way before I reached her door (which is never a good thing). When I opened the door, I found Ryann standing in her room, pjpants off, diaper half off and covered in poop/diarrhea. She had spread the poop all around her crib, sheet, and bumper. She was using her bear to try and clean/wipe herself off. Uh Oh Beer.
This was so incredibly disgusting that I immediately left the room to take a few deep breaths. One bath/shower combo, and three loads of laundry later, we are doing just fine. Motherhood is sometimes really, really gross