Sick...EWWW

Piper is 9 months old and has thus far been healthy. Piper is a rare child (I'm her mom, I get to think grandeur things about my baby)....she never spit up as a baby, Piper seldom cried as an infant and as she gets older she uses her crying merely as a form of communication....Mom I'm hungry, I pooped, HELLO people I'm sleepy! Those are the three things she has learned to say with said crying, other than that she's just happy little Piper. In the last month (after I took her to the doctor in month 8 worried that super happy baby may in fact need dentures due to having ZERO teeth) she has cut 5 teeth and still....NOTHING! See a trend here, perfect baby, I know right!

So, last week Piper got sick for the first time. We had sheltered her as much as we could while the Hantavirus made it's rounds through our house, TWICE! We thought she had been spared....not so much. :(

Sweet perfect Pippee had a temperature and the green stuff coming out well...everywhere green stuff can come out of a baby. Five hours into her first sickness, she THREW UP! Having not been a baby that even spit up; she had until this moment never thrown up, she must have thought an alien was trying to come up her throat. The act was so scary (to us both) that she clung on like a spider monkey for the next two hours for fear of being attacked by the throw up ghost if she was not permanently attached to me. Luckily that was the only incident and by night fall Pippee was on the mend. The fever was down, she was back to her happy self and all was right in perfect baby land.

The next morning begins the every day routine, I get the two middle children up, get ready for work, drive the carpool to Seminary where I deposit the 14 year old, then I drop the young one at school and off to make the donuts I go. My hubby, the love of my life, the dad all dads hope to be when they grow up, gets himself and her Highness up and ready before the nanny arrives and he heads off to save the world (or off to work).
It was the moment my phone buzzed with the arrival of a new text that I realized due to Piper being the most awesome and amazing baby ever that the most awesome and amazing husband ever is SPOILED! Daddy has not been raising a "real" baby he has been raising Piper, the I don't cry, I don't poop, I don't get sick, I just play and make everyone laugh baby....at 7:25 Thursday morning, Matt became the papa of a real life baby girl named Piper Poopy Pants HA!

Below is the picture I received with the attached message...I think somethings wrong! Piper exploded!

As you can tell from Pipers face she was as worried about dad being able to handle this situation as he was. There was another picture of the bed covered in the poop and another bout of throw up (that I won't share), all of which Piper slept through, meaning she also slept all night in it! EWWWWW

Dad and baby survived, he got her and the bed all cleaned up but, swears I fed her spinach (I didn't) and cannot quit telling people about how the baby had poopy from her armpits to her toes!

However, this story proves my point that I am in fact the mother of the most amazing baby ever.....she did explode and never made a peep. I'm not sure about later in life but as for now this girl is calm as a cucumber (she most definitely gets that from her dad).

Other than explosion days this is my Piper! Yay happy Pippee!