A daddy blog.

09 August 2009

Oh my god diarrhea

I will be forgiven my infrequent posting when you hear the terror I have to tell.

The child had three shots on Friday and quite literally lost her shit. The open-bowel reek that followed in the 72 hours thereafter is the stuff that men do not speak of except when woken shrieking from a violent dream.

It was a hopeless, manic time. Things seemed to deteriorate from loose dooce to freaky & leaky in the wink of an unholy eye. I think the wife and I both considered abandoning the apartment, the child, and each other multiple times.

... Huh. That image showed up last night.