I went to change Ethan's diaper and his umbilical stump fell halfway off. It was nasty slimy underneath. I started gagging and H thought I was kidding. So he came over and started poking at the thing to see if he could get it to fall off.
I started shrieking at him to leave it alone, and then I threw up on the living room floor. And he laughed at me.
He should know better! This is the second child, and the second time the umbilical stump has made me puke. The first was when I found Shane's IN MY FUCKING BRA, where, apparently, it had fallen while I was burping him. I freaked the hell out. Dead flesh is on my list of things that rank worse than finding an axe murderer lurking in my bedroom closet.
Dd's took forevvvver to fall of and Dh would mess with it and I would run away shrieking.
I know. I typically have a cast iron stomach. Nothing bothers me! This one thing, I just can't handle. I even get repulsed on the bump when people post newborn portraits when the stump is still attached. Why wouldn't you wait for that thing to fall off? Or at least dress the baby so it can't be seen?
Maybe I am a weirdo, but I thought the stump was cute. I was sad to see it go. It was like a little part of me was leaving my baby (cause, well, it was). I love the professional pictures of newborns with their little stumps.