My husband gets this from our girls frequently at bedtime, even though I just read to them and it’s past their bedtime. This is how he responded tonight. Read the rest of this entry
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How to Change a Diaper Blow-Out in 30 Easy Steps
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.
- 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.
- 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?
- 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.
A story that must be shared
Yes, we’re back from our trip to New Mexico. I’ll post pics of the incredible vistas soon. But first, this story from a friend’s Christmas card. When I asked her permission to use it, she said it’s a story that’s meant to be shared. So here we go.
Her 12 year-old son was in a car accident with two other boys and the driver. The car was hit, flipped over once or twice, and the back passenger seats were completely torn off from the rest of the car. (Yeah. That’s a crazy bad accident.) The driver was not too bad off, but one of the boys was sadly killed and another was life flighted away with serious injuries. Amazingly, after lots of work done, he walked out of the hospital five days later, completely and fully recovered.
My friend’s son woke up in the grass 20 yards away from the crash, even though his seatbelt was still buckled in the car.
Yep, you read that right. Read the rest of this entry