How Can Poop Land In Your Eyeball?

I haven’t slept in two weeks. It has really been challenging. I think that being a new parent has been the hardest thing I have ever done. Wait, scratch that, I know it is the hardest thing I have ever done. “She is crying again.”

All the people who meet her tell me how she is such a quiet baby. They tell me how lucky I am because I have such a quiet baby. I am not sure if they are lying to me, or if babies really do cry much more than she does. If so it is a wonder that people have more than one.

Tonight has been especially difficult. Anthony is at work. He works for three days in a row and sleeps at the station, and then has six days off. This evening is the third without him.  “Lucky bastard,” I think to myself. Tonight I am ready to pull my hair out.

Tears roll down her cheeks. I can see all the way down the back of her throat as her tiny tongue quivers with her squeak-like screams. Her arms flail at her sides with clenched fists. “How did she get her arms out?” I ask. I swaddled her like Chipotle burrito last time. The clock on the night stand reads 3:30 am. This is our third time awake tonight.

“Are you hungry honey?” I ask her in a soft gentle voice. The answer I receive is more squeals followed by a few squeaks. “Whoa!” I exclaim as I peal the side of her diaper and find the present left for me. I’m not sure that adults can poop this much.

I lay her next to me on the bed and proceed with changing her diaper. This action does not make her very happy, but it has to be done. “It would have been nice to have had gloves for this.” I think to myself as I notice that I have baby poo on my hands. I blow the hair out of my face and rub my nose with my forearm and proceed to wipe her bottom clean with one hand holding her feet. I grabbed the new diaper and as I lifted her hips off the bed. “Squirt.” All I see is greenish brown fluid traveling quickly at my face. I am unable to dodge fast enough as some of it lands on my cheek and my shirt. It has also sprayed all over the white sheets on my bed and the wall behind me.

Crying with feces on your face really sucks. But the wall of emotion hit me like a ton of bricks. The lack of sleep, the hormones, the poop on my face, and the still unhappy baby was about all I could take.

Present day

I reflect on that night and many others as we contemplate bringing another child into the world. I think we are going to adopt.

A letter to my daughter

Rhyan Isabella,

Your beautiful smile full of missing teeth brings a joy unattainable by any other means. You have truly enlightened me. I understand unconditional love and what it takes to be a parent. I am a better woman because of you. Thank you for humbling me and teaching me so much.

I hope that one day you will read this and learn from what I have learned and try to use good judgment. Crying with poop on my face was what it took to break me from the selfishness within myself. I have never resented you. I only may have wished to have been better prepared.

But then again, I wouldn’t have this story or many others like it if I were. Like the first words I had ever spoken to you, I still “promise to always love you, be there for you, and take care of you”.


Amy, Daughter of Beth

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About Amy

I am a mother, a wife, and a registered nurse (and hoping to add professional photographer to that list). In my downtime I do my best to stay active and healthy in mind, body and spirit. At times ‘my best’ is getting the job done and at times ‘my best’ falls short, but I recognize that ‘my best’ is all that I can do! Blogging is my way of expressing my insecurities, my personal growth, and my sense of humor by hopefully making a connection with others. My mother is Beth the “OBGYN gal” and my personal source of inspiration.


  1. Thank you for sharing this story. Really. When I had my youngest (5 now) I seriously didn’t know how I was going to make it everyday. Her dad worked out of state monday through friday and our daughter was colicky (severe) and had acid reflux and would cry and cry and cry and cry and I never thought it would end. I know I didn’t sleep for 3 months. BUT, we survived it all and I’m so happy that you did as well :)
    My husband wants another child…..I told him that it would be long as I can work out of town Monday through Friday :)

  2. Yes! I love reading this. I could do it if I was out of town several days a week too! Lol…It seems we have so much pressure on us as new moms. We have all these expectations placed on us by society. Raising children is the hardest job anyone can do. My daughter is almost 4 now. I feel tons of pressure to have another child at this time (either adopt, or just get pregnant). I look back at the time in my life when our daughter was that little and I just can’t wrap my head around the idea of doing that all over again:) I know that it is a decision I will never regret, but I just am not ready to do all the work, not to mention all of the financial responsibility as well! Anyway, we have lots to think about.
    Keep being the great mother that you are, thanks Tanya :)