the reason i woke up at 7 on saturday morning is because my breasts were killing me. they were literally overflowing with milk. so although sullivan seemed content to sleep the morning away, he had to eat, otherwise i was going to explode.
most of the time, getting him to go down for the night is a very delicate dance where one little noise or slight jostle will wake him up and the process must be started all over again. waking him UP, however, is a whole other story. i wiggled his arms, rocked him around, talked to him...nothing. as a last resort i decided to take of his pajamas, hoping the change in temperature would rouse him. no luck there either; he seemed perfectly content in his diaper.
so i am playing with his arms when i notice a whitish substance in the crease of his armpit. I thought it must be lint from his clothes, so i went to pick it out. but instead of feeling like cloth, it was more...organic, like the consistency of thick lotion. so what do you do when you have a substance on your finger and you aren't sure what it is?
you smell it, of course!
and may i say....pew. PEW. it smelled like it came straight out of a belly button. i cleaned the rest out of that armpit and moved on to the other one, where i found another stash of the smelly substance. i think it was vernix, that cheesy stuff that covers babies in utero that protects their skin before they are born, it just hadn't come off. i mean, it was WAY up in his armpits so i can see how it was missed during his baths. but now we are making sure we get all the folds and creases when we bathe him. easier said than done. as he gets fatter, he is starting to get rollier than a shar-pei.
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