I was twenty one years old.
What could have turned into a full on storm of emotions and drama was not a big deal and he was okay. I was forgiving and Jack was in a happy mood.
I dried the shorts with the hand dryer while he waited patiently in the stall. Always have baby wipes with you. Having served as President of the Tampa Bay Birth Network for six years and with ten years serving families as a birth doula, she has a reputation for leadership, dedication and compassion.
We only get to do this once a year, so, of course this tree is very important to me. About Christie Collbran Christie believes in helping women recognize their own inner wisdom, strength and power. They do not need salvaging.
My husband and I took our time scrutinizing over which tree to choose.
Or so I thought. I can make the sun shine or make it rain with my own reactions to them. While Mike and Shane wrapped up the tree purchase, Jack and I marched through the hardware store to the very back where the bathrooms were. When I was my Dad would drive us out to a California Christmas tree farm to find and chop down the perfect tree. My alarm was quickly alleviated with the realization that I just HAD to do whatever I could and it would have to be good enough for an emergency solution.
Pooping your pants on the road
My little Jack had been so happily engaged in his one and only chance of the year to hide and seek with his brother amongst the Xmas trees that he had lost track of the fact that a visit to the bathroom was needed. Now we all think back to that crazy night every year with laughter. It had to be the right height, very full, no big gaping holes, healthy and green. They had also been touched by the cheer of the holiday spirit and joyful children were an expected component. This entailed picking up and opening several different trees to find one that was suitable.
My poor baby is going to freak out. And suddenly I felt like SuperMom. Of course, once home we did a full bath and dressed him in clean underwear and cozy pajamas and called it a day. Another successful Xmas tree procuring expedition!
A short story about pooping my pants
What am I going to do? Even grown ups need them sometimes! What a nightmare.
Accidents happen. With our Christmas tree finally fastened to the top of the car, Jack sat in his car seat in his wet shorts all the way home and did not cry or complain. Giving myself permission to trash those underpants was exactly what I needed at that moment. It was a dark evening in the Christmas tree tent, as 3 year old Jack and 8 year old Shane ran around giggling with glee during their annual hide-n-seek game.
I was playing with Shane and I just forgot and then it was too late. That was liberating. Racing around in between all of the living trees with my siblings and taking in the gorgeous smell was a cherished way to start the holiday season.
Three women share the story of the time they pooped their pants.
birth educator, certified lactation counselor as well as a certified doula, she makes a point of ensuring mothers and their partners understand all their birthing options and what to expect on their journey. I could tell that my acceptance and calm in that moment made a huge difference for him. Oh man! Then, I cleaned him up with wet paper towels from the bathroom and washed his shorts with soap and water in the sink as thoroughly as I could.
My little boys looked forward to hiding and seeking within the fragrant trees each year. I looked at my darling boy. Wait, are there any baby wipes in the car?
Christie believes in helping women recognize their own inner wisdom, strength and power. His shorts were not fully dry by any stretch of the imagination, but at least they were clean.
To be fair, I took my time, while Mike dutifully obliged my wishes. When life throws you and your loved ones a pile of crap, stay calm, give yourself a moment to get centered and let your inner SuperMom come to the rescue.
My children respond directly to my attitude. He was fully potty trained by this point and had been using the toilet perfectly for quite some time.