In the spirit of absolute honesty, I'm going to fess up to what I ended up doing after last night's desperately posted question.
I let my daughter sleep in the poop....all night.
There. I said it. It's out in the open. Now please don't call CPS on me! When I patted her little bottom to see if it was, indeed, full, Harper woke up, rolled over and looked at me. I immediately fell to the floor below her crib, hiding from my 9 month old daughter. I guess she thought it was a dream because she grabbed her paci and was back to sleep quickly. I just knew that if I got her out of bed to change that diaper, it would turn into an all night party.
Now, I'm not saying I would make this decision again because, while the Squirrel (or should I say Brown Squirrel?) slept until 8am with no problems, I was up all night long worried that she would have blisters all over those sweet little cheeks, worried that she would wake up with a urinary tract infection, worried that my daughter would be scarred for life for spending a full 8 hours in a smelly heap. But to my defense, we had her 9 month pediatrician appointment this morning so I knew that if I had done irreversible damage, I would have a doctor at hand to check out the damage.
I am happy to report that there is a little redness today but no such blisters, no UTI and I have one happy, well-rested baby on my hands. Jared, who slept soundly in a king sized bed in a hotel room in Atlanta, was appalled when he heard that I let his precious baby girl sleep in a mound of her own feces. Thanks for the support darling - I'm already questioning my decision but no need to rub it in!
So that's my bad mothering confession of the day. Please feel free to leave your full confession in the comments section below so that I'm not feeling so bad about my parenting skills.
And speaking of the pediatrician, guess who's 17% in weight, 76% in length and 50% in head size? Why Miss Harper Meabon of course! Well done Squirrel!