Jean's favorite story

I think I've mentioned on here before that Chelsey tends to cry a lot and can be quite dramatic. Well, she comes by this honestly. I was the same way as a child. I even began to believe that I was a really big wimp... because I cried often. Needless to say, when I was pregnant for the first time I was terrified to give birth.....

After I had Ty I thought I was super mom. I had given birth to a healthy baby boy. I passed on the epidural and didn't have any other drugs for pain. I was so proud of myself. I really thought I could do anything....

One day at the mall I was bouncing my beautiful, baby boy on my hip. Ty was around four months old. I was waiting for my mom to come out of her eye doctor appointment and got to chatting with the receptionist. It turned out the she was newly pregnant and quite afraid of the thought of having a baby. Me, being super mom, reassured her that anything was possible and if I could give birth and have it go so great... so could she. I shared with her my experience of the labor and delivery (she was interested, promise!) and then went on to tell her how the pain is so worth it ... I mean she could clearly see the most adorable baby that I was still bouncing on my hip. I then shared with this nice girl the news that I was expecting again... see, and so soon. Surely, it couldn't have been so bad if I was doing it again.... So picture this, me, standing there, swaying, baby boy perched on hip, preaching about pregnancy and motherhood like the pro that I was.... most likely beaming with pride...

The phone rings bringing our conversation to an end. My mom comes out from her appointment, takes one look at me and says "Andy, what is that all over your shirt?"

You know how when a baby is nursing their poop is bright yellow? Well, there it was all over my shirt.

Now picture this... me standing there, swaying, baby boy perched on hip, preaching about pregnancy and motherhood like the pro that I was with poop all over my shirt, running down my baby's leg and dripping into a puddle onto the floor.

And there I was.... beaming with pride....