A Weekend Miracle?

I had a solo Ada night this past weekend. LB travelled to Auburn Saturday afternoon to celebrate with her sister for her birthday. (Happy Birthday, Sarah!) She left during Ada’s nap and returned late Sunday afternoon. That put Ada and me own our own for about 28 hours

With LB tutoring so much these days, I get to hang out with Ada solo a lot. It has become second nature. I’m never nervous and I’m pretty confident I can do just about any parenting task that would have to be done. It may not be as nice or neat or frilly or cute as if LB had done it, but the job would get completed. On a side note, there is one thing that seems to constantly give me trouble, getting Ada ready for church on Sunday mornings. I think LB has a secret safe in the house, where she stores church dresses. I can never find them. Other than that, I feel completely capable of hanging with Ada without baby mamma being around for a few days.

However, things were different this weekend. On her blog, LB has well documented our troubles with Ada’s bowel movements or more correctly, lack there of throughout these early stages of her existence. Well, starting Friday night, the complete opposite was true. I try not to talk about these things, more for Ada’s sake than anything else. I’d hate for Middle School Ada to get mad at Middle Aged Scott when her friends stumble across this site and read about her poo shortcomings, but I’m going to have to make an exception this go round because I believe we are called to spread the news of God’s signs and wonders.

Friday night, Ada had trouble keeping dinner out of her diaper. It was bad. LB and I had to tag team clean up duty. It was so bad LB questioned whether she should even go to Auburn. Her maternal instinct was kicking in. I like breaking up the mundaneness of everyday life for her, so I encouraged going and that I would be able to handle a few dirty diapers. So, she went.

I was nervous this time. Normal dirty diapers I can handle, but when it looks like someone emptied a can of Hormel Chili back there, things could interesting. I did the only thing I knew to do. I prayed.

The rest of the weekend, until LB returned was spent in nervous anticipation. I would catch myself sniffing the air, just looking for any early warning signals. We made the rest of the Saturday with nothing happening. I was a nervous wreck during the worship service Sunday, just waiting on someone to come tap me on the shoulder, but we made it again. We went home ate lunch and I put Little Bit down for a nap, knowing that it would be cut short for a bathroom break. Again, nothing. LB pulled into the driveway Sunday afternoon and I remember thinking, “We made it. Whatever the issue was must have gone away.”

Then, less than 20min from when LB walked in the door, she said, “What’s that smell?” Yep, you guessed it. After going over a full day with no activity, Ada let loose less than half an hour after the back up arrived. Things were just as bad as before, so whatever the problem, it had not gone away, just, delayed. I don’t think there is any doubt what happened this weekend, divine intervention. God totally hooked me up.

There is one other possible explanation: superusless superpower. Remember a while back when I sliced my lip and it healed in a matter of hours? I may have discovered another previously unknown power. Do I also have the ability to freeze toddlers excretory systems for a yet to be determined amount of time? Come to think of it, there has never been poopy problem when I help keep the nursery at church. Hmm, I may be onto something.