This story is a tad dated. I think it happened a month ago, but a month ago I didn't have enough time to type stories....
Listen, I've got a problem. I'm an over eager diaper changer. If I hear that something has happened, I'm all over getting it cleaned up in helps of preventing diaper rash and keeping Lydia happy.
So, I hear that it's happened (come one you know what I'm talking about, don't make me spell it out) and I give it another minute, just in case. I lay her down on the diaper changing part of her pack and play. I've got all the necessary goods; fresh cloth diaper, load of wipes, good to go.
I open the diaper, it's there as expected. Then it happens, mid way through this diaper change Lydia makes a little grunt and before I can cover the exposed area poop just SHOOTS all over. When I say shoots, I really mean it. This changing area has raised sides all around it, yet I am covered in poop. Poop on my hand, arm, shirt. Poop on my pants and socks. Luckily, I guess, I managed to "catch" all the poop, so there isn't any on the floor. Also, of course, there is poop all over the dirty diaper and most of Lydia's bottom half.
Now what? What does one do when covered in baby poop? Try not to move to much. Avoiding poop on the light tan rug is of up most importance. Off with my poop clothes, wipe the baby down and the affected changing pad. While all this poop is going on Lydia is cooing and enjoying looking at the over head light. I guess I'd feel pretty great if I'd just been though what she had.
I toss my rolled up poop pants (breastfed baby poop doesn't really stain, so no need to wash right now) and socks into my closet, redress and move on with life. No here is the real problem, a month of so ago when this occurred I was pretty tired and my head was in a pretty thick "mother of an infant and preschooler" fog. That night or a day later or something I'm wearing some pajama pants and Jim asks "what's that on your pants?" Yep, I'm that awesome.
Listen, I've got a problem. I'm an over eager diaper changer. If I hear that something has happened, I'm all over getting it cleaned up in helps of preventing diaper rash and keeping Lydia happy.
So, I hear that it's happened (come one you know what I'm talking about, don't make me spell it out) and I give it another minute, just in case. I lay her down on the diaper changing part of her pack and play. I've got all the necessary goods; fresh cloth diaper, load of wipes, good to go.
I open the diaper, it's there as expected. Then it happens, mid way through this diaper change Lydia makes a little grunt and before I can cover the exposed area poop just SHOOTS all over. When I say shoots, I really mean it. This changing area has raised sides all around it, yet I am covered in poop. Poop on my hand, arm, shirt. Poop on my pants and socks. Luckily, I guess, I managed to "catch" all the poop, so there isn't any on the floor. Also, of course, there is poop all over the dirty diaper and most of Lydia's bottom half.
Now what? What does one do when covered in baby poop? Try not to move to much. Avoiding poop on the light tan rug is of up most importance. Off with my poop clothes, wipe the baby down and the affected changing pad. While all this poop is going on Lydia is cooing and enjoying looking at the over head light. I guess I'd feel pretty great if I'd just been though what she had.
I toss my rolled up poop pants (breastfed baby poop doesn't really stain, so no need to wash right now) and socks into my closet, redress and move on with life. No here is the real problem, a month of so ago when this occurred I was pretty tired and my head was in a pretty thick "mother of an infant and preschooler" fog. That night or a day later or something I'm wearing some pajama pants and Jim asks "what's that on your pants?" Yep, I'm that awesome.
hahaha I remember when this happened but the fact that you put them back on... priceless :)
ReplyDeletelol, too funny! Camden has a major diaper leakage once at portrait innovations when he was two months old. Poop all over me! So embarassing.
ReplyDeleteOh, that´s a lovely story :-) And it´s a literal realization of what my mum said once being really angry with my brother.
ReplyDeleteHe asked for the millionth time: "what pants should I wear outside, mum?"
As her patience reached the highest level, she wanted to say something dirty, so she answered: "Wear those poopy one!" (of course, we didn´t have any at home:-)