poured out before bed
“Why was she that yellow color when she was born?!”
The new mother looks puzzled, stroking her tiny baby’s full, soft hair. The perfectly pink infant sucks vigorously on her bottle, her tiny eyes pinched shut with effort and delight.
“That was from the meconium. Your baby had a bowel movement in the womb and it stained the vernix on her skin – the vernix is the name of the waxy protective covering on a newborn. When the doctors saw that at delivery, they worried that the baby might have breathed the meconium into her lungs where it can cause damage. That’s why they watched her so closely after she was born – to make sure she didn’t have any breathing problems. But her lungs have been perfect; she’s done really, really well – well enough to come spend lots of time in the room with you and dad.”
“What did you call that stuff on her?”
“Oh, it’s called meconium.”
Mom is quiet for a moment, thinking.
“That’s really pretty, meconium. I think that’d make a nice name.”
“Oh…my. Well, it is kind of a pretty word, I guess…but it’s a fancy name for…poop.”
“Yeah, but it sounds good. We still haven’t decided what to name her yet…but I really like that word. Meconium Marie Smith….has kind of a nice ring to it, don’t you think?”
NO, I think.
“What are your other top choices?” I ask.