Muse: Poo

Forgive me if this blog-post messes up your appetite for breakfast, lunch or dinner. You don't have to read through it if you like.

I am leaving that entirely up to you. :)

Sophie is getting to that stage when she does a super copious poo every morning - followed by little, manageable poos in her nappy now and then throughout the day. She hardly poos in the night - and so, I suppose, she stores it all up to amaze us in the morning. 

With regards to that great poo - It is great that we get to predict when she will bomb in our laps. It is great that we aren't stupefied when she stops feeding suddenly to writhe and bear down like a woman in labour. It is great that she is usually all grins after her labour. Like phew!

It is, however, not so great when we are unprepared for the great diaper leak. And overflow.

It has happened one too many times now. On every bed in our house. The best diapers are rendered volcanic and zero by the copiousness. When we undo their tapes and strip them off baby's bottom, they look like lab rats being dismissed from near-fatal tests.

Mustard-yellow watery custard goodness... characteristic of breast-fed babies.

They say that breast milk is the best milk. They say.

Breast milk makes monstrous bombs of poo though. They are not necessarily disturbing or disgusting (or perhaps it takes much more for us to be disgusted since we became parents) - but they have taught us not to feed princess with our laps unguarded in the mornings... and in certain hold positions (to avoid backflow of poo in the nappies). Morning feeds are potential laundry disasters waiting to happen.

And our washing machine just broke down on Sunday.

Anyway... while we can't wait to potty-train her, I love Sophie much more after many of those laundry disasters.

They make me reflect on God's long-suffering love for us. Sure, we make disasters due to our ignorance, immaturity and disobedience - with many consequences too. However, God never leaves or forsakes us while we yet look to Him from the distresses of the aftermath. He teaches us life lessons from our mistakes, disciplines us... and afterwards, is merciful and gracious to grant our wounds the healing that they need.

He delights in being our Refuge and Strength, even when we mess up and fail. He draws near to us when we seek Him despite our messes.

And He still smiles when we thank Him for new beginnings, I think. He does.