“Poo-splosion” Edition vol.1
(Not for the faint of stomach ;)
And the first of many, I’m sure…
Volume 1.1
I actually have 2 stories to share with you today. The first is John’s. Earlier this month, John took Nathan with him to the airport to pick up my Dad, who was on his way back from the west coast. I had a fireside to go to that evening, and would be back home later than John, so Nathan went with him. Before they left, I made sure that John took the diaper bag, who took it with the air of simply humoring me (it’s not very manly, you know), but I insist. About a half hour later (I hadn’t left the apartment yet) I get a call from John asking if there was hand sanitizer in the diaper bag. And I could hear Nathan screaming in the background. Uh oh. Apparently, Nathan got very fussy and upset by the time they got to the cell phone lot to wait for my dad. Since they were still waiting, John pulled Nathan out of the car seat and wondered why his back was so sweaty.
Then he realized it was NOT sweat. It was poo. Allllll up his back. And allll over his car seat.
John proceeded to get him cleaned up (all the while Nathan’s fussiness escalates to screaming – he’s become very particular about the state of his diaper) and rigging the car seat with a blanket so that Nathan doesn’t spend the trip home sitting in poo, when it starts to rain. All over the poor screaming boy, because, you know, John had to do all of this with the car door open. I’m not sure at what point in this story John calls me, but thankfully he was able to laugh through the experience. Because Nathan definitely wasn’t. John said then that it was the most upset he’d ever seen Nathan. Poor thing. John gets him cleaned up best he can and they pick up my dad and they survive the ride home. Whew! We had to wash the car seat insert, a blanket, and a very upset little man.
But you know what my favorite part of the story is? The part when John comes to me later that night and says:
“Thanks for making me take the diaper bag.”
Score 1 for Mom ;)
Volume 1.2
Today I had my own little poo-splosion adventure. Nathan had just finished eating this morning and we’re still hanging out together in the rocking chair when I hear the tell tale noises that mean his diaper is getting filled. It’s been pretty runny lately (sorry if that’s TMI) and so I knew I would need to get it taken care of quickly before the diaper leaked. I stand Nathan up on my lap (so there’s no pressure on the diaper area) and suddenly my lap feels very wet.
Oh dear.
Yep. It has already leaked and it is all over his diaper, leg, and onesie, not to mention my lap, my boppy pillow, and the seat of the rocker. Awesome. I really hope my pants don’t stain… My sister was here helping me out today, so thankfully I had some help getting everything cleaned up. And of course after I get Nathan to the changing table, he’s all smiles and coos. It must feel so good to get that all out. And everywhere else. ;)
