I don't know why, but it took forever for our other kids umbilical cords to go. In fact, Natalie's hung around so long -- by clinging to a thread of gooey cord that wouldn't dry up no matter how much alcohol I poured onto her tummy -- that I ended up cutting it off with a pair of toenail clippers. Because it was beginning to smell.
Decaying umbilical cord. That's a scent no one imagines.
Anyway. Here's Teyla's newly revealed belly button.
And for those of you thinking, "Oh my word. She's posting pictures of her baby's belly button for crying out loud! Get a grip, woman!" I hear you. I just don't care.
It's my blog, and I'll blog what I want to.
Be thankful I can't post scents.
(Coming later this week: Pictures of Teyla where she's not crying. I promise.)
Updated to add: I forgot to mention how thrilled Connor and Natalie were by this development. They loathed the umbilical cord with a loathing normally reserved for scorpions and Swamp Things.
"Ewww! Get rid of it, Mom!" they pleaded when they helped me change Teyla's diaper for the first time. "It's disgusting!"
I was actually afraid to leave her with them for too long, lest one of them try to pull it off by hand. So Teyla's belly button? It's a good thing for my kids. It means the terrifying reign of the umbilical cord is over.
Until next time.
Muwhahahaha.
