This week we have been frolicking in sunny Ibiza. Me and BF were super excited to introduce luna to the wonders of sand.
So now were here and all she wants to do is eat it. Not little bits but big fat handfuls and if I try to take it away she’s heartbroken. Well I’m not about to be the reason for her broken heart. She will learn that sand is not a enjoyable culinary experience. A few days on with more sand been shoved down her throat and no poo for 2 days, we were starting to worry. She was the same happy and adventurous baby she always was but not going was very unusual.
We EC’ed her were at the beach so she had no nappy on the whole time. Just a little pit made by my foot and I’d pee her over it and cover with sand.
Just as a group of Italian retirees descended dthe beach I notice as grunting coming from luna. With a swift move my I put her over the sand and BOOM ..the mother of all shits came out. My guess would be that It was about 50% sand. Fortunately because I had stayed intune with her need to go there was no need to wipe and so she still had a lovely soft bum. I covered the shit over and smile at the Italian lady’s.
On the way back home the next day she had a poo in her nappy. When we took it off to have a closer look we were down to about 30% sand. In this situation baby wipes are no hope as they can rub the sand in and cause a rash. My baby needed a bath…desperately!