Sometimes when a diaper fills with something more significant than the liquid stuff, it’s obvious because it comes out like machine gun rapid fire. Other times it’s more subtle. That kind you only discover when it’s leaking. And when do those blow-outs most often occur?
You guessed it. When you’re in public. And the best place ever? At church. But fear not! Here’s how to change a diaper blow-out in 30 easy steps.
- Red-faced, grab your over-stuffed diaper bag (much like that diaper!), sling it over your head so the strap digs uncomfortably into your neck, and hastily carry your child to the nearest bathroom.
- Wrestle the changing table down while holding baby in one arm, praying you’re not squeezing more goo out onto your own clothes.
- Drop diaper bag onto changing table and struggle to unzip it one-handed in order to remove sanitary portable changing pad.
- Push diaper bag off changing table and spend next five minutes trying to unfold and lay flat the changing pad, again, one handed.
- Sigh in relief and lay baby on pad with a big smile so as not to let on how frustrating that was.
Hmmm… to poop or not to poop? Is that really a question?
- Pull out fresh diaper and wipes from diaper bag.
- Unfasten snaps on baby’s onesie and lift out of harm’s way.
- After pulling onesie away from baby’s back, discover poop on your hand.
- Roll baby to one side to find poop all the way up his back.
- Grab wet wipe, cleanse hand, and toss wipe number 1 into conveniently located trash bin.
- Do a cursory wipe of baby’s back to remove the bulk of the damage. Throw away wet wipe number 2.
- Remove nasty poopy clothes, careful to keep it from smearing in baby’s hair, and attempt to find a safe corner of changing table where baby won’t be able to cling to, grab and rub all over himself, or kick poopy clothes onto the wall and/or floor, thus redecorating church bathroom mustard yellow.
- Place new diaper under baby.
- Discover that new diaper somehow also has poop on it.
- Grab another wipe to cleanse the spots of poop from new diaper rather than replace entirely because those suckers cost money.
- Throw away wipe number 3.
- Brace oneself and open old diaper. Marvel at the massiveness of what is before you as you reach for another wipe.
I can poop with my eyes closed!
- Stifle a cry as you realize the wipe bag is now empty.
- Tell yourself not to worry, as there are wipe sample packs in the diaper bag. Discover that one sample pack was opened some time in the past, like when your seven-year-old was in diapers, but marvel at your ingenuity of keeping the open package inside a ziplock sandwich bag for freshness.
- Curse your failed “ingenuity” when you notice the wipe is bone dry as you throw it away.
- Find two more unopened packs of single wipe samples, praising the heavens that these, surely, will still have juice left in them.
- Tear first package open, remove wipe, and hang head in despair that this wipe, too, is dry.
- Knowing that throwing it away is not an option, dash to the sink and wet it. Hope no one enters the bathroom at that precise moment to admonish you for leaving your baby unattended on the changing table because, as everyone knows, a baby that isn’t watched at every second will stumble across the Red Button that launches all our nukes to start WW3.
- A seventy-something year-old woman enters. Suck in a breath as you realize you’re in for it now since you’re one whole step away from baby, but relax in pleasant surprise as all she says to you is, “Awwwhhhh… It’s been so long since my children were that young.” Look at her and smile. “Treasure every moment,” she tells you. Including this one? You think but instead say, “Thank you,” wondering if that’s even the correct response in this situation.
- Proceed with caution on your task while noting that the woman left the bathroom without even using it. Did the poonami scare her off?
Yeah, I did that.
- While wiping baby’s bottom, pray like you’ve never prayed before that no one walks in and mentions the word “fountain.” Toss wipe and old diaper defiled beyond all recognition into handy trashcan, feeling sympathy for whichever poor soul is tasked with emptying said trash can.
- Remove your last remaining sample wipe from its otherwise unopened package and find that it, too, is dry. Dash over to the sink again and return to completely cleanse baby’s poopbesmothered back.
- Fish spare outfit out of diaper bag: a blue onesie with a yellow VW bug decked with a surf board on top, aka, the perfectly appropriate outfit for church.
- Toss nasty yellow-stained first outfit into plastic bag usually reserved for soiled diapers when changing baby in the car, and see a suspicious orange spot on portable changing pad. When baby moves his leg across the spot and it smears, your suspicions are confirmed. With no wipes left, you resort to wetting a paper towel to clean baby’s leg and the changing pad.
- Pick up adorable, now-clean baby and, one-handed, reassemble all remaining changing accoutrements back into diaper bag. Return to your seat with head held high as though nothing amiss occurred because truly, that was just another day in the life of a mom.
Very cute. Love pix and captions. I’m sure you looked that smug and cool, too.
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Let’s say yes…
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First of all (and most importantly), adorable little guy!
A confession … no kids at this end … Therefore, I will bookmark this post on my phone so I can have it with me at all times if and when the need arises.
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Haha. I’m here to help! 😉
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Save these moments and these posts. These memories will be best share when baby brings home a date or if you’re asked to speak at the wedding …
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Haha. So many posts on here have gotten essentially this same comment. My kids are in big trouble. 😉
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🙂
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OMG, this was a lot of steps, but I am sure you probably had a few more of them in there. (this was the shortened version of how to change a diaper that is about to explode all over you!) Awesome post, well-informed, and gives those who are not yet a mother….something to look forward to! Hugs!
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Nikitaland! Always a special joy to see you out here in the blogging world again. I trust you are well? Keeping yourself and those doggies warm? Thank you for reading! Hugs to you too!
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Love it!!
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Thanks, Jeff. Brings back memories?
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No. No memories….nightmares!!! Bad dreams of seeing one of my new born sons almost drowning while I held him on the changing table looking for a diaper only to find his water sprinkler spraying in his mouth and nose!! Horrible thoughts! You will love it so much more as a grandparent and you can just say, “I think he, uh, that would be YOUR baby, is dirty” and just hand them back to your adult child…..it’s very rewarding!!
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Ha! Something to look forward to then! (And yikes to that memory. My little guy has come close. Nearly in his eye once.)
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What an adorable shnookums! Good work, Mama. As a fellow mom of many, I feel your angst and admire your wit.
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Ha! Why thank you, Micki. 🙂
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Oh my goodness, I remember those days. I read this out loud to my 12 year old, and he accidentally spit his drink out of his nose, because he was laughing so hard! So funny, but yet, so true!
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Making people do spit takes is what I do. 😉 Thanks for that! 🙂
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That’s a heck of a list.
It’s been a while for me.
Youngest is 11.
Anyway, you clearly got this down.
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I do my best, though doubtlessly someone else would do it better!
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lol. I think this is still too close home, I felt anxiety reading this. 😆
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Ohhhhh! So sorry! Just be glad it wasn’t you. 🙂
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This post really, really makes me appreciate the fact that my kids are grown up now!
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I gotta admit, I was okay with just my older kids. I didn’t miss, nor did I think I’d revisit, the baby stage, yet here I am. It’s a good thing he’s so cute!
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OMG! ROTFLMAO! Boy, the memories. Never in church, though. And just wait until he’s a little bigger. Don’t know how many times the kids were about 1, in footie blanket sleepers and just before bedtime–and especially after bathtime–another bathtime. OMG. I never knew that much poop could come out of such little bodies. All the way to their scalp. I really enjoyed this post (knowing I was not the one struggling to change a squirmy baby full of doodoo while also trying to avoid secondary blowout on what I’m sure would have been a freshly-washed outfit.
Thanks for the laughs, Betsy! And Jojo is soooo cute! And smug…
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And smug. Heh. Thanks for enjoying, Julie! (Sharing a secret wink with you for enjoying that other little thing too.) 😉 😉
Apparently it’s actually a wink wink! 🙂
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“poonami”—Ha! Perfect word. I remember those episodes well. Guess that’s how they get their revenge on us for…for what? For meeting their every need? 😄 But what an adorable little face!
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Haha. So true. I often tell him, “It’s a good thing you’re so cute, Jojo!”
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Oh so funny! Lol. And I can laugh because I’ve been there. You forgot to add the steps for stopping to take pictures of the baby’s cute “I have to poop/ I’m pooping/ I just pooped” faces. I’m so glad you have a sense of humor and we can all enjoy the miracles of motherhood with you. 🙂
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The secret is, I took those pics much later, back in the safety of my home. His perfect poses where sheer luck! Thanks for reading, D.!
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Worst blow-out — on vacation, at the railroad museum in Sacramento. And since this was in the days before “family bathrooms”, husband couldn’t help, but had to wait outside while I took the baby into the women’s restroom by myself. The “mustard” (think Gulden’s spicy brown) had shot half way up the back of the baby’s t-shirt. Taking it off over his head without smearing it through his hair was a major feat of engineering. And it was a cool, souvenir railroad t-shirt that I didn’t want to just toss. So, yes, into a plastic bag it went. I don’t even remember how I managed to rinse it out later in the motel room. It still ended up a little stained, but I told myself that it just looked like dirt (not poop)…and he wore it for another year…
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Nice. Let’s hope your son doesn’t see this. I can see him saying, “You made me wear a poop shirt?!” Yeah, getting the shirt safely off is always a tricky business! Great to see you, Gigi! 🙂 🙂
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Haha, this made me laugh. When you’re in luck…..
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Glad you enjoyed it, Arlene! 🙂
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Joseph does not seem concerned in the least that this was any kind of issue. Not to mention, he looks more handsome than ever.
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Are babies truly clueless, or do they only pretend to be? Hmm….
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A think it’s all an act 😉
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Probably. The sneaky buggers. 😉
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Oh god…I was afraid when I opened your post that the picture would expand and show the blow-out…
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That would be cruel and unusual punishment. These pics were taken later that day, in the safety of my home, but the little bugger loves posing for the camera regardless! 🙂
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He sure does and he should because he is very cute! Cute and he knows it..
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That just means he’s going to be even more trouble later on. Sigh… 🙂
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You’re hilarious. Been there, done that, bought the tshirt, already use it as a rag. So glad you keep your sense of humor about this parenting stuff!
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“Already use it as a rag”!–Hilarious, Jacqui. And thanks. 🙂
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This had me ROLLING last night…leaving the baby one the table, yup! Did you realize that poop was smeared on what you were wearing once you returned home? If not, I MIGHT be inclined to say you are lying…or a unicorn.
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I must be a unicorn. Or I just got super lucky. OR, I simply didn’t notice. Hmm. Better go check the closet…
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Cute baby! 🎡
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Thank you. 🙂
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Little guy felt comfortable enough to do all that in church impressive. I never understood why bidets were never a hit in the States, how much easier it would have been for you. Happy eliminating!
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What is a bidet? That’s a new one for me. (I’ll be learning my one new thing for the day. Woohoo!) 😉
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A water fountain for your behind. No wipes no problem with a bidet.
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Ohhh!! Ha ha. I read that wrong. Have I never seen it written before? I was like, a buy-dett? Haha. Totally with you now. Yes, that would’ve been very helpful. 🙂
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You’ve managed to make something awful sound [almost] wonderful. Of course those sweet baby pics help move your story along, eliminating any doubt about how to do that which needed to be done.
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Thank you, Ally Bean.
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Whew! I was exhausted after reading this as well as in awe at the aplomb with which you handled the situation. I’d want you on my side no matter what I faced!
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Thank you, but if he had peed all over, including on his new outfit, all bets would be off.
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Now be careful talking about us 70 something women. I’ll be 70 in April. HAHA!
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Haha. Uh-oh! Fortunately, this woman was very kind and gracious. I was worried she might be of a different sort–the kind who tell you you’re doing something wrong.
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You’re hilarious and what a cute little baby!
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Thank you, Diane. 🙂
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That is hilarious! I mean I am so sorry for you, but look at all you learned in the process. Solid tips (or not so solid as it were.
I had a similar experience when my eldest was just a baby at my sister’s white coat ceremony, because when every other person in the room is dressed in a white coat, that is the PERFECT time for a poopocalypse.
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Yikes! Heavy groan as I read that. But, please tell me, what’s a white coat ceremony? Like, becoming a doctor?
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Yep – that’s it. My sister is a Physician’s Assistant and received her first lab coat as part of her graduation.
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Awh, that’s cool. Thanks for enlightening me. 🙂
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A very typical ‘been there, done that, got the poop stained t-shirt’ moment!
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Ha!
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So funny! 😂
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Thank you, MamaT. I like your bears image!
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