our first sewage emergency

This evening we experienced our first sewage emergency. I nursed Gavin, then put him up over my shoulder to burp, which he did, along with the requisite spitup. As I was shifting him to my other arm so I could clean up his spitup, my hand discovered a very large quantity of spit up that had run down his leg. Time slowed down. I felt the warmth and gooeyness of the spitup as my brain simultaneously determined that the texture was odd and that it was a rather copious amount of spitup, even for Gavin. I brought my hand out from under him and my eyes fastened onto the golden colored spitup and realization hit me. This was not spitup. Oh no, no it was not.

So I yelped to Jason to come help me and we whisked him upstairs and cleaned him up as best we could, then plunked him in the tub, because it really had gone everywhere and wipes just didn't do the mess justice. Once the boy was out and dried off, I hopped into the shower, as I was the recipient of a large quantity of sewage myself. There it is, our first blowout. A momentous occasion. Party on.

Some good news for today is that I am finally married again! I was at last able to put on my wedding bands today, something I haven't been able to do since October. Now I can retire Gavin's ring to someplace safe until he's old enough for us to give it to him (that's the band we bought so I had a band to wear, since I had to take mine off so early in the pregnancy).