My first "That Mom" experience

For those who don't know exactly what "That Mom" means, I will give you a little insight.  "That Mom" is the mom that sometimes acts in a way that makes people roll their eyes.  Or say she's over-reacting.  Or say she a hypochondriac.  Sometimes "That Mom" makes people think she thinks they don't know what the heck they're doing.  

And while all that is true, "That Mom" really is any mom.  Any mom that will go to the ends of the Earth to make sure that her child is well-taken care of, provided for, and receiving the best in any situation.  I am happy to be "That Mom".

And that all started before we ever left the hospital.....

I was adamant that I was going to nurse Precious Baby and that formula would not touch his newborn lips unless it absolutely had to.  Two days in to our 5 day hospital stay, PB's diapers started looking drier and drier and pinker and pinker.  That day had come.  After having just the tiniest bit of formula, the doc asked that PB's urine be "bagged" and tested for blood.  The first bag was assembled over his precious little boy parts and we waited.  6-7 hours later, we had pee in the bag!!  I called for the nurse and as she took the diaper off, the pee leaked out of the bag.  Deep breath.  Cleansing breath.

Bag #2 was assembled around his little boy parts and we waited.  Another 6 hours went by and not only did we have pee, we had that fun, sticky black stuff too.  Yay.  I called the nurse.  And called the nurse.  And called the nurse.  PB is starting to get pretty mad that he's been made to sit in this yucky diaper for so long.  So, as any good new mom does, I hoofed it down the the nursery, pushing PB in his little bassinet.  It's 3am.   

I knocked on the door and told the nurse who answered the situation.  Bagged baby.  Dirty diaper.  She offered to change him and bring him back to my room.  I kindly declined and said I would wait.  She immediately set to work on PB's diaper....which by now had so much "stuff" in it that it started to disintegrate.  It took her several minutes to clean poor Precious Baby.  Then she gives me the bad news.  PB'd sat in this dirty diaper so long, that the poop ruined the bag adhesive and all the urine has been lost.  She has to put on a THIRD bag.  Deep, very deep, cleansing breaths.

She fiddles with it.  And fiddles with it.  And fiddles with it.  PB is starts screaming.  The charge nurse tells her that all of PB's boy parts have to go inside for the bag to really be effective.  More screaming.  I am sobbing.  Tired, sore, frustrated, unable to soothe my precious new baby.  Sobbing.  And then comes the crown jewel...

"You have exactly 30 seconds to get that bag on him or I am refusing the urinalysis"!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Oh yes.  I had become the mom I get consults about at work.  The one we speak about in hushed tones at the nurses' station.  The one we roll our eyes at when she's not looking.  And at that exact moment, I knew everything I knew about everything had changed.  I was "That Mom".