This story comes from long time reader, first time writer who I will call D Fresh. While not a “blowout” story per se, it captures the spirit:
I was in San Diego working. My wife and two twin sons were all sick. One of the boys never pukes but the other and his mother are hardcore pukers at the drop of a hat. While the two boys are playing, the easy-puke son threw up on himself and his brother. My wife was obviously disgusted and threw the boys in the bathtub to get clean. A sensible thing to do for a mom, right?
Soon she hears them laughing and doesn’t think much about it. She goes in to check on them and the other son had pooped in the bathtub, which he was doing every four out of five trips to the bathtub at this point in his life. This time, they had put the poop in each other’s hair and were laughing every time they put on another piece. My wife was super-disgusted and throws them into the shower in the other bathroom. She figured she’d shower with them for craziness containment and efficiency of cleaing them up. As soon as she gets in, she gets overwhelmed with the smell of poop, already being nauseous, and hurls on both boys. To review, we went from one puking on two, then gelling each other’s hair with poop, to mom puking on both of the boys. The power of smell is amazing.
Get ready for a week-long dedication to baby blow out stories here on He Shat, She Shat! As parents, we recognize how much fecal matter becomes a part of your life. We will share with you our stories and hope you will share yours in the comments section:
It was a lovely trip to the zoo with my 9 month old. I love this age because they are old enough to really get the excitement of things and are no longer floppy and boring. Given this recent musculature development in my child I was able to do things I could never do before like carry him in one arm while he was upright, extend him over the younger elementary school children so he could see the Polar Bears, and of course, to ride him on my shoulders.
The ironic thing is that when it happened I was actually ducking for cover as a flock of geese had let loose a bombardment of excrement my way. As it was a warm summers day and my propensity to sweat were both in full force I didn’t think anything of it for a few moments. You would have thought that the smell would have triggered my brain but as many of you may know breastfed babies poo really does not smell at all.
It wasn’t until I felt it running down my collarbone and belly that I realized something was wrong. The blowout was occuring upon my neck and, being a concerned father, I had baby squished right against me as to prevent any possible falling. The waterfall of yellow seed blowout diarrhea poo was upon me, covering my entire torso and neck.
Aside from the misery of the lengthy trip home, wiping myself off with diaper wipes in a public place, and the knowledge that I was a terrible replacement for a diaper at least I can take solace in the fact that I wasn’t the only thing that was shat upon that trip. Wifey got a hairful of goose!
Not the sickest thing I have ever done. I personally have never done anything as sick as the story I am about to tell. A relative recently had a baby (who is freakin’ adorable, I might add). She toughed out the labor and delivery like a champ without any epidural. Unfortunately, there was some ripping. My guess is there was a lot of ripping, and tearing, and stitches. If any of you have had a wife have a baby, or given birth yourself, then you know that the weeks following birth are a bit sensitive.
Enter constipation. The crappy thing about giving birth and pregnancy is that it puts your body out of whack in a major way. This woman, who was already proned to constipation, became über constipated. One day she called me, only to have this conversation:
Relative: “I’ve been doing the sickest thing I have ever done.”
Me: “What’s that?”
Relative: “You know how I have been really constipated? Well, I didn’t want to push to hard and pop a stitch, so I just decided to reach up there and pull the poo out.”
Me: “So are you telling me you stuck your finger up your butt and dug your crap out? Was it squishy?”
Relative: “That’s exactly what I’m saying. It wasn’t squishy though. It was so hard that my finger barely made a dent in each nugget. I had to dig in there all the way up to my knuckles to get something out. I have actually done this about five times! No matter how many times I wash my hands after, but finger smells like poo!”
Me: “Why don’t you wear rubber gloves?”
Relative: “AH CRAP I didn’t think about that!”
Seriously. She has been digging her crap out with her bare fingers. It is amazing what having a baby will cause you to do, all for the love of a child. I wasn’t judging though – I could see her predicament. I’m just glad I have never had to do anything that nasty.
I’ve been thinking about pregnancy and giving birth a lot recently – not because I am giving birth (I am male), but because my wife will be doing it soon with our second and a close relative just squeezed out a baby within the last few hours. What a glorious moment! I remember when my first son was born, I was entranced just staring into his dark, black eyes as he fixed his vision on your face where he could hear your voice. It was a magical 30 minutes before the little guy got tuckered out and went to sleep.
But not all elements of giving birth are glorious, including taking a huge, fat dump while you are pushing that sucker out. You don’t believe me? Well, its true. Check out this quote from a Parent Dish article regarding labor fears.
“What people who have never had a baby need to know is that pushing out a baby is exactly the same as pushing out the biggest BM of your life. You are using all the same muscles to bear down on the baby. It makes sense that other, uh, stuff (besides a baby) is going to work its way out of your body”
Yep people, its true. While giving birth, you may just squirt out a gigantic thud of a doogan all over the floor. While this article tends to make it sound like its no big deal…they are sugar coating it. Taking a duke in front of everyone is crazy. If at all possible, take a duke as close to going into the hospital as possible. But if it can’t be avoided, try to laugh it off by saying “ah crap” or something. Maybe it will deflect the reality that you just dumped in a nurse’s hands.
It is a well-known fact that the baby’s first smile is not triggered by the warm glow of a loving parent’s face, nor the areola target that generates such sweet milky sustenance for its survival. The fact is this. The baby smiles because of the methane gas rolling through its belly and out its anus. This is a fact that cannot be disputed.
Is this not the ultimate proof that society is screwed up? If a baby drops a bomb it gets snuggles and cuddles yet I would be shunned. I tried this once on a date or two back in the day and I can definitely say I did not get any action off the ladies due to my farting prowess. This is wrong and everyone knows it. Instead of choosing our mates based on attractiveness, sense of humor, potential money-making prowess, or any other intangible quality you deem relevant shouldn’t it be based on how well one can clear a room?
Having a baby is no joke, no joke at all. It literally is the ultimate game changer in the course of human life. College, employment, puberty…nothing will alter the course of your life and daily activities like having children. This is not said in any negative tone, rather it is merely factual. One of the greatest examples of how it changes you is the level of which you are willing to smell, clean, and touch fecal matter.
It is no secret that babies poop, and poop a lot. They poop with such frequency and vigor that it truly can blow your mind. It always amazes me the quantity of crap something so small can produce with such minimal intake. But they DO! Babies are miracle workers! But with that miracle comes one of the greatest game changers of them all…the Blow Out (Brown Out).
Scenario A: we were visiting a high-end fashion store – just for kicks and giggles. No real intent to purchase, just a natural curiosity as we trolled the mall one afternoon. As my wife examined some jewelry that was way out of our price range, my parenting bell went off in my head. Something wasn’t right. I looked down to examine our son, only to observe SH*T dripping down my arm, leg and all over the designer carpet in the store. Not only that, but I found clumps of it in different areas of the store as apparently the act had occurred near the bracelets.
Like any white trash parent, we charged towards the bathroom and I stripped down to nudity and washed my and my sons clothes in the sink. My wife and I stayed in there as long as we could…trying to determine how to save any dignity we had left. We decided to screw it and run for it. We ran out the bathroom, son in diaper and me soaking wet and screamed our apologies as we charged out the store. We had just enough time to observe the manager on hands and knees scrubbing crap out of the fibers beneath him.
So if you are going to have kids, I recommend you prepare to get your hands dirty!