Parenthood is full of surprises, new experiences, lots of change, and most of all, a helluva lot of laughter.
Or so I thought.
Now, every time I feed him, we laugh at the one eye he keeps open at me, skeptically wondering if he's in for another experience with 'bath lady.'
Yesterday morning, as Beau and I were tag-teaming another diaper change before church, we noticed a funk coming from our little man's belly. We discovered that his umbilical cord, which was hanging by nothing but a string of dead skin, REEKED! Although Cruz didn't seem to mind, his father and I were gagging! The rest of the afternoon, Beau covered his belly with an extra blanket and referred to our son as 'the smelly one.' After some research, I discovered that I was maybe a little too anxious to give Cruz his first, unwelcomed, bath...as it turns out, his cord isn't exactly supposed to be wet!
Luckily, Cruz only had to deal with being pegged the smelly kid for a day. During a late night diaper change, I was greeted with a precious little belly button! No more disgusting umbilical cord...Halleluiah!
Tonight is another bath night. Let's hope little Cruz enjoys this one a little more. He either hates being cold, or is proving to be a lot more modest than his parents. In college, Beau was known for being quite comfortable in his skin, and it turns out, my favorite place to breast feed is directly in front of our picture window. I think the labor and delivery floor does that to you.