The remnants of Elijah's umbilical cord dropped off last Friday. It was a tiny, dried up little thing, kind of like a small scab. Barely even worth thinking about. I wouldn't even mention it except for the fact that I could hardly look at it, and I was so grossed out by the concept that I needed to use two mansize tissues just to pick it up to throw it out. I staggered towards the nearest bin with this small wad of tissues held out at arm's length as I thought "happy" thoughts to stop me gagging. All of this over dried out blood clots and umbilical tissue.
On the other hand, I have no problems whatsoever being wrist deep in someone elses faeces as I quite happily sing to myself whilst changing a nappy. It's suprising just how quickly you can get used to something when you have no choice.