Poop

So, I'm sure you're wondering about the title of this post.  I had a post about my trip to the Aberfoyle Antique market yesterday (and my first full day away from Ivy...) but I saw this print of a little ice cream cone pooping in the I Love Doodle shop on Etsy.

(... i should probably add that I just downed a big glass of wine on an empty stomach while watching a very emotional episode of Coronation Street...)

Everybody Poops print from I Love Doodle shop.

As anyone that spends a lot of time with babies knows, poop is a constant topic of conversation. Well... perhaps for some people with babies it isn't, but in my house it is... (as with a lot of scatological humor)...This may be too much information (tmi) for some, or relatable for others, but Joe and I often let each other know the details of Ivy's poop.  You can tell a lot about the wellbeing of a baby (or anyone, for that matter) by the look of their poop!

When Ivy was first born, I had some breastfeeding issues/milk supply issues, so our midwives were paying close attention to Ivy's pee and poop output.  We were filling out a little chart, detailing her little black tar poops. Then, for a few days, no poop!  Our midwives were worried, and of course, so were we. We checked each dirty diaper with anticipation, crossing out finger we'd find some poop. A few days passed and we were so worried.  And then she finally pooped! While Joe and I were sitting on the couch together, staring and cooing at wee little Ivy, she pooped all over us!  

I am elated that Ivy finally pooped!

Joe is also very excited.  Yeah for Ivy!

Why am I telling you this...?  Oh yeah, so after seeing that cute little ice cream cone pooping, and downing a big glass of wine on an empty stomach, and thinking about Ivy's poops, I decided to searched "poop" on Etsy and found this: 

Unicorn poop

A balloon dog pooping

A crochet pattern for a big poop

Rainbow poop charms

I am a little confused by this one. Someone is selling a Coprolite pendant
and apparently coprelite is agatized dinosaur poop?

Gotta run. Dill pickle chips are calling my name...

The bebe's name is Ivy and she's a month old...

hi!
It's been a month an two days since I've written a post.  So I was right, i was in labour when i wrote my last post!

Ivy was born at home, in our bedroom, at 6:49am on Sept. 17.

Here's Ivy just after she was born.  That's my hubby Joe and one of our awesome midwives, Angela, from Kensington Midwives.

Ivy's birth went very smoothly.  Of course, it was painful, but the guttural cavewoman sounds I learned in Sasha Padron's prenatal class that Joe and I attended, and of course, support from my man, got me through.  The experience is unexplainable... time is warped, the mind reframes the pain so that I never fully recalled how painful a previous contraction was while experiencing the next one.  Did that make sense?  I would say that a natural labour and birth is a truly psychedelic experience.  

This photo, taken probably less than a minute after she was born, is proof of how much my mind was truly blown!!!

I haven't decided if I should share a more detailed "birth story".  I'm still trying to figure out what kind of "mommy blog" this will be, how much of my new mommy life I will be revealing.... I've got some thinking to do.

I will share this... Ivy's first non-black tar poop!  

Here is a photo of Ivy now... what a babe!

I'm off to my first parent meetup group (The Mamas and Papas of Trinity-Bellwoods) at Trinity Bellwoods farmer's market.   I'm a bit nervous to dive into the world of the stroller gang, but my friend Amanda (who blogs for Diaper-eez) vouches that she's met some nice peeps at the group.

over and out....