The Poo Explosion!

Hi everyone!  A short little story today about poo!  

Today we took The Popster to London Aquarium.  The plan was a full day out - Aquarium, some lunch, a haircut and home.  If I was on my own it would have been a terrible start to the day but luckily Jon was there!

We were on the train heading for Waterloo East.  The Popster was sat in her pushchair but was starting to get a bit grumpy.  The plan was to find somewhere to feed her once we arrived at Waterloo as she hadn't really had any breakfast.  She had, had almost a full feed at 5am but fell asleep during it.  She got up at 8-ish and I fed her after about half an hour but she was really interested and only had a light snack.  This meant she was definitely going to be wanting a feed shortly after arriving in London, so a feed at Waterloo seemed like the the sensible thing to do.  We had passed London Bridge when she started to get grumpy.  I thought it might be a good idea if I picked her up and held her seeing as we would be getting her out to feed soon anyway.  

I had been holding her in her preferred way - facing outward - for a couple of minutes when all of a sudden Jon exclaimed "she's pooed!" I thought it weird that he would know that seeing as I was the one holding her, but then I looked down and saw a puddle of poo on the floor and understood his reaction.  My immediate response was to distance myself from her!  I had one of my favourite shirts on and brand new jeans after all.  Also, whilst I carry spare clothes for The Popster I don't carry a change of clothes for myself!  Amazingly she had managed to miss me though - phew lucky escape!  But only a lucky escape for the initial attack.  We then had the tactical decision to make of what to do next.  I was holding The Popster at a strange angle and as far away from me as possible.  Jon was on his knees wiping poo from the floor.  The audience/other passengers were trying to hide their snigger's and avoiding eye contact.  We were on a clock - arriving at our destination at any minute and not wanting to still be on the train when it departed for Charing Cross.  

The floor was sufficiently poo free when we got to Waterloo East and we departed the train with me still holding The Popster out as far away from me as I could get.  She had poo all over one leg of her jeans and on her sock.  I was staying as far away as possible!  The tactical decision required was, do we find suitable baby change facilities or do we just put her down on the floor on the platform and deal with her?  I opted for the floor - the platform was quiet and there was  space out of the way we could use.  Jon was having none of that and insisted we went to the proper facilities.  his theory being we can't just put her on the floor even though that is what we do every single day.  OK, fine, I'll keep holding her out and head for the baby facilities.  The only problem with that was we were on a platform at Waterloo East.  It is a long walk to Waterloo station and then a long walk to the changing room - especially when holding a poo monster covered in poo.  Amazingly throughout this massive Poo Trek The Popster didn't grumble at all.  I was carrying her in a very strange way and she just accepted it - perhaps she mistook it for the flying game - one of her favourites.

All went well from then on, apart from the fact I don't carry spare socks with me so The was bare foot for the rest of the day - nothing major.  Luck was on our side in that she didn't poo again so no more accidents and a need to buy more clothes, and most of all, I got home with no poo stains on me.  It could have all been very different though - there is no way at all I would have been able to cope with that alone.  In order to clean up the poo from the floor I would have had to put The Popster back in her pushchair which would have resulted in a poo explosion!! i.e. poo everywhere.  I would have also been a very grumpy Popster who would almost definitely have to have been renamed as The Poopster!