There are few things that I loathe to do more than cleaning out poop from a tub-full of water with a toddler in it. It's got to be done, but, my gosh, is it gross! One can only hope for a hard-poop, but every now and then you're cursed with one that colors the whole tub of water.
I'm pretty calm and collected as I clean it up. (It's a defense mechanism, I'm sure.) I have my yellow rubber gloves on. I start the water draining. I take the poop out. I take all the toys out. I hose my son down again and bathe him over again. I sanitize all the toys and clean the tub out really well.
It's fine. I'm a mom. That's what we do. We clean up a lot of poop. A LOT of poop. Sometimes it's in a diaper. Sometimes it's not. Whatever.The thing that gets me, though, is thinking about it later. That's when the gag reflex usually kicks in. I'll walk into the bathroom and remember the scene from earlier. I'll remember feeling the poop through my rubber glove…the smell after the water has drained…the frustration at my son when he tries to pick up the undigested raisins from his poop…the anger I feel when he splashes the water....
Yep, that's when the gag reflex kicks in.