When I started this blog, I
suspected there would eventually be a baby poop/pee/puke post (let’s be
realistic here, I knew there would be many of them), but the important thing
for me was that it be more than simply rambling on about how much a tiny person
can expel. What I did not take into
consideration when formulating this mandate, however, was that tracking how
much comes out of your bundle of joy (and whether it is pee, poop or puke) is of
paramount importance. You see, My Wife
informed me that in order to be certain that all of his plumbing is in perfect
working order, Sidney needs to have X pee diapers a day, Y poop diapers a day
and as little puke (technically “spit up”, but if it went down and then came
back up, I am calling it puke damnit) as possible. From what she told me, and as best as I can
derive from the literature she cited (that I actually read), X and Y are
limited dependent variables (god I am a dork), calculated as a function of his
age, in days, for the first week or so and thereafter a function of how much he
ate at the immediate prior feedings (forget dork, I just turned into my Calc II
professor, someone shoot me). Puke we
want at 0, but need it to be less than “a good chunk” of his immediately preceding
feeding (pun intended; loose definition necessitated by reality). Long boring story short, we count diapers and
what was in them. Now, aside from making
me think “wow, having a baby involves a
lot more math than I had thought”, this basically means that I spend a good
portion of my day concerning myself with what, and how much, is coming out of
Sidney. Best laid plans, blah blah blah,
here we go with a post about how much a tiny person can expel.
Our boy is currently eating
between 2 to 4 ounces a feeding, and feeds every 2.5 to 3.5 hours on average
(mean, not median … dear god I can’t stop
with the math). Contrary to my
initial assumption (based mostly on wishful thinking), this does not mean he is
going to expel between 2 to 4 ounces in combined pee and poo in between
feedings. What actually happens the
majority of the time is one of the following:
1) We get around 3 diapers between feedings: 2
pee diapers which appear to have been filled by a college student half-way through
a kegger, and one poop diaper which contains enough excrement to choke a
toilet. I have no idea how he does it, but
by all indications he is violating the first law of thermodynamics. Thanks to a generous Paternity Leave Policy,
I am able to spend Sidney’s first month home helping to care for him (I cannot
overstate how civilized this practice is; seriously major businesses of
America, the only reason to deny your employees this benefit is abject greed). I mention this only because being home means
that I see what he eats … all of it. I
can state, with only enough hyperbole for effect, that he appears to be pumping
out a good portion more than he takes in;
I don’t know whether to call CERN or chalk it up to the magic of babies.
2) We don’t get a diaper between
feedings and find ourselves asking the kid to please pee or poo soon. Why, yes, this one does lead to “well, we asked for it” moments … how ever did you
know? More precisely, what ends up happening in this scenario is that we get so
obsessed with whether he is “blocked up” or not that we start checking his
diaper every 10 minutes. The whole “your
kid is going to pee on you” aphorism that every parent tells you? The one you get sick of hearing? Well, turns
out that 9 times out of 10 the reason your kid pees on you is that you keep
opening up his diaper at the first sign of moisture because you are happy he
finally peed. The problem with this is
that he’s most likely not done yet, so you open the diaper, he stops peeing …
then starts again. Cue sprinkler. The same goes with poo, and when this one
happens, trust me you find yourself praying to multiple deities that he does
not fart before you can get the diaper back up (I call these “back blast”
moments). However you look at it, “ask
and ye shall receive” takes on new meaning.
Now, I am reluctant to broach the
puke topic out of nothing deeper than rank superstition. With the exception of one “projectile vomit”
incident, precipitated by not burping him enough, we have had a blissfully puke
free existence for the past week and 3 days.
Will this last? Reality dictates
that, no, this will not last in the least.
Truth be told, anecdotal evidence (tales from other parents, countless
books and various scenes from slap-stick comedies) points to quite a bit of
puke being in our immediate future, much of which is likely to continue Sidney’s
track record of violating basic laws of physics. That being said, why tempt Fate/D’jinns/Vengeful
Gods/Imps/Gremlins? Unless typing that
sentence is enough to tempt them … in which case mentioning the relatively puke
free existence will have no additional effect.
Superstition is hard … can we go back to math?