Having more than one child changes things. My parents would tell you they only peeled grapes for my oldest brother. I would tell you only Tyler got taken to the doctor for every little cold, got a diaper bag packed so full it rivaled the most prepared nuclear fall out shelter, got taken for drives in the middle of the night. And that's the short list.
With each child various things have fallen by the wayside. Last night after Becca and Hope had bathed, I put Breeley in the tub. I have yet to dig out the baby tub so a few washrags on the bottom of the tub and we were good to go. After I laid her in the water, I realized that Hope had probably peed in the tub I just laid my newborn baby girl in. I didn't clean it.
Bad mommy moment number ____? I don't even know anymore.
As I sat looking at my sweet little baby's face I felt horrible that I hadn't done more than rinse the tub out. Here she laid so new and vulnerable and I was failing to protect her from the germs in the tub. (Can anyone say postpartum hormones at work?)
She was quickly getting tired of the bath so I got to work washing her. Only to look down and see little baby poop floating in the tub.