I was changing his diaper, which was already loaded with meconium poopy, and the little guy makes a grimace as I have his feet in the air. The tarry goodness starts spilling out of his bum soft serve style and all over his new diaper. We had barely saved the blanket from a nearly horrific soiling.
Awesome.
Our friend Sheila was there assisting with the diaper change while Jacqui lied in the bed recovering from the 24 hour labor and 150 minute pushing session the night before. She was actually coaching me through it, me being a man and and my first child and all. I had mentioned how it looked like soft serve ice cream as it spilled out quite neatly onto the diaper. Sheila says that she'll never have soft serve again.
Jacqui's and my advice: Soft serve is just alright. Stick with vanilla.
I vaguely remember what a full eight hours of sleep used to feel like.
