Cherish and I survived the Poopageddon. I don't say this lightly. It was ugly. It was messy. And most of all, it was stinky. The stink penetrated my very being, down to the roots of my soul. Experienced parents probably already have guessed what happened over the New Year's weekend. Yes, Willow had a bout with Cha-cha (that's what Cherish and I call it; you probably call it diarrhea). Poopageddon went according to book. "The Willow Manual" (aka "Baby 411") told us Willow had a stomach virus, commonly referred to as the stomach flu. "The Willow Manual" told us Willow would vomit on the first day then have diarrhea the next three or four days. And that's what happened. "The Willow Manual" DID NOT tell us we'd be doing multiple loads of laundry, disinfecting multiple surfaces and taking multiple trips to the trash bin in the garage. After we put a second set of sheets and baby clothing in the washer, we knew our weekend ...
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