The trial of being a Mommy: Poop happens!

Two nights ago I wake up at about 2 in the morning to feed my son Robert per the usual. I make him ten ounces of formula and change his diaper. I go to use the bathroom and I hear Robert farting really loud. I go check to see if he pooped, he hadn't but he did pee a ton again. So I grabbed another diaper and a wipe and start to pull off the soaked diaper; at that moment he started pooping, like a river! I grabbed the diaper and it filled completely up and I grabbed the next diaper, he filled that too! He finally stopped pooping and I waited to make sure he had really finished and then I went to start the diaper changing process all over again. Only, to have him start pooping everywhere again. I had to hold my hands under his butt to catch the over flow! It ended up on my pants and the couch, up my arms, on my shirt, all over him, on the floor(you get the picture). I mean it was everywhere and I was screaming for my husband to come help me. It was utter chaos. I mean I really had no idea what to do with that much poop! That situation was truly about the trials of being a mommy! I seriously had to take deep breathes and remind myself how cute Robert is just to stop feeling angry at him for the massive amounts of disgusting green poo! The whole thing was definitely a test of patience ! I had to wake my poor husband out of a dead slumber to have him help, and thank God for him because I was felt so overwhelmed by the event! But even just two days later I find it a little funny (still overwhelmingly disgusting, but humorous) and I kinda wish that in the craziness I would have taken a photo to black mail Robert later in life with. Of course not of the the poop exactly but a photo of the entire situation because I am sure that my facial expressions were absolutely priceless!
I know that there are going to be plenty of trying moments on this crazy road of Mommyhood, so I am so so so grateful that I have a God that joins me in the messiness and helps calm me when I just want to scream (which of course sometimes I still do).That huge mess was just a reminder to me that I am not doing life by myself and that God isn't afraid of a little "poop", He will help me clean it up!