A Midnight Diaper Disaster

We all have those times where we are just barely awake at night. We wake up just enough to feed and change "junior" and fall back in bed, dead to the world. I imagine we all also have those times where that is what we intend to do, but events just don't allow for that.

I had one of those nights about three weeks after my first was born. The little fellow needed his diaper changed, so I laid him on the changing table and peeled back the dirty diaper, replacing it with a clean one. I was dabbing on the diaper crème when he turned himself into a fountain, as little boys are wont to do. I quickly pulled the diaper up to minimize the damage, but he still needed an entire outfit change and a new, dry diaper.

A minute or two later, stripped down and wide awake by now, with only a new diaper beneath his little bottom, he let out a warning puff and then began the explosive process of emptying his bowels. Unfortunately, the trajectory did not stay within the scope of the un-pinned diaper, but contaminated anything located lower than his behind.

His daddy and I were wide awake by this point, as I had called for backup after the first mishap. At this point, daddy was highly amused, and left the room doubled over in laughter. If I was doubled over at all, it was not in laughter. Needless to say, daddy got a little bonding time with his son while I put things to rights and had a little recovery time.