Rookie Mistake

Colin has been averaging about 2 ounces per feeding, and I kept hearing about "just wait until he gets home, he'll really start taking off then". Well, yesterday morning, my Chunky Monkey kept wanting more from his bottle. So I gave it to him. A little over 3 ounces! But he seemed to do fine, and after all, he wanted more.
Cut to the early afternoon. Colin seemed primed for another "big" bottle. I started off with his normal amount, but he kept wanting more. So again, I gave it. Another 3 ounces. After all, he did fine with it in the morning. Wrong move. What ensued could have been put right up on the Hollywood big screen and would have drawn plenty of laughs from the audience, I'm sure. I wasn't laughing at the time, but I can now looking back on the drama that unfolded. Because of the excess milk Colin was chug-a-luggin', he couldn't hold it down. Spit up, my friends. All over. And then more spit up. Over Colin, on his clothes, on Daddy. Everywhere. Soaked. He had never had this much before. What to do? Mommy happened to not be home at the time, so it was up to Daddy to fix the problem. I undressed Colin, saw that he had a blow out to boot, quickly wiped both of us down, then took my naked, dirty, cold boy and ran him upstairs to the bathtub. Realizing I had removed his diaper with no barrier between his orifices and the carpet, I was pleading out loud for Colin not to pee or poop while en route! I got him to the bathtub, then realized, "what do I dry him off with"? So, across the hall I ran, naked boy in hand, to his nursery to grab some towels and blankets, still pleading for no pee or poop. Back to the tub we went. I turned the water on, took off my soiled shorts (his soil, not mine!) and socks, then got in the tub with him. Now this is a deep garden tub I'm talking about here. It's not like I could sit him in there with the big faucet pounding him with water! So instead, I tried to hold him with one hand and quickly lather him up with baby wash in the other! Not so easy. And Colin was not having it. He let me know it too. If he could already belt out some words, I'm sure he would have had a few choice ones for me!
I finally got him cleaned up and quickly wrapped my shivering boy in a blanket. I dried him then wrapped him in some warm blankies and took him downstairs. The outfits were upstairs. Back upstairs we go and I grab the first outfit that I can. Back downstairs. I practically choked my child trying to put this stupid outfit on. Poor guy! I quickly realized he had outgrown it! Did I ever think I'd say that? So back upstairs we went, grabbed a new, larger outfit, then back downstairs to put it on.
Needless to say, I finally managed to get Colin all cleaned, dressed, and warmed up so frost bite wouldn't set in ;-) It was an adventure to say the least. But I'm learning. Next time I'll have the big-boy bath tub (baby tub) handy and I'll slap on a clean diaper before running around with my naked child again! Not to mention, Daddy is going to put some limits on how much that boy will eat (I actually called one of the nurses at the ICN, and she instructed me to do so). We don't need another adventure like yesterday ;-) Who I am kidding. We may not NEED another adventure, but there will be more to come for sure!