I went to church for daily Mass when my baby was only a few days old. To be sure not to disturb anyone, we sat alone in the cry room. All was going well until I went up for Communion. Suddenly my son began to poop … all over. I could tell it was a lot by the vibration on my arm as the impact hit the diaper. I kept walking up the main aisle nonetheless … until I felt it dripping on my arm … and then onto my leg. At that point I decided to jump out of line and head back to the cry room. The damage was from the back of his neck down to his toes, filling his zip-up one-piece outfit. There weren’t enough wet wipes in the world.
When Mass ended and several older women came into the room for their usual post-Mass rosary, I had a stack of mustard yellow wipes at least a foot high next to me. The entire room smelled horribly. I suggested they might want to leave and then come back in a few minutes. I felt bad for leaving their prayer room that way, but hoped they’d say a little prayer for me! Nicole, mother of 3