Trust me. I know what I’m doing.

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My sister-in-law was in the hospital after having delivered her first baby. Her husband, a macho, manly type, was going to change the baby’s diaper. He’d never done this before, so she, from her bed, was giving some instructions.

 “Move quickly. Make sure you have something to cover him up so he doesn’t pee on you. Have the clean diaper all ready to go.”

Not wanting to hear it, he told her that he could handle changing a diaper, and it was just a baby, and “I know what I’m doing, okay?”

So there he was, changing this tiny diaper on this tiny baby in the little plastic bin they keep babies in at the hospital. While he’s trying to figure out the diaper, that baby peed to high heaven: all the way up to the ceiling and down the wall!

And there was my poor sister-in-law sitting in the bed watching the whole thing, and trying to figure out how in the world they were going to get the pee off the ceiling before the nurse came in.

Annie, mother of 3, sister-in-law to a mother of 1