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You would think after nearly 6 months of diapering, I would have the hang of it by now. Apparently not. Over the past two weeks, I have had two MAJOR poop fails, along with a few other casualties.
Ethan grunts like a grown man when he's pooping/farting/just because he can. On options 1 and 2, those grunts are accompanied by the most awful smell you've ever encountered. Never in my life have I smelled an infant's poop as horrible as Ethan's. I know he will love me when he turns 16 and finds out that I talked about his poop adventures for all the Internet to see, but I'm sure he will pay me back when I'm old, senile, and wearing adult diapers.
Poop Fail #1:
Ethan had just finished a bottle, and doing his typical grunt/fart/smell thing. I KNEW he had pooped, and I can't stand the thought of him sitting in poop, so I went to change him immediately. Apparently I moved way too fast. I carried him into his nursery, laid him on the changing pad, and started the routine. A wipe over his "waterhose" to avoid spraying, another wipe to begin cleaning the rest of his area, roll diaper, toss, continue to wipe, repeat as necessary. I took my hand, grabbed both ankles as I do, and lifted his butt up to slide the clean diaper under. My son, like a little Play-Doh machine, pushed the rest (and by rest I mean basically another entire bowel movement) out. Right on the changing pad. Everywhere. Stupid me throws the clean diaper under him to catch the remaining poop, only to realize that not only was the inside of his clean diaper full of poop, but that I also slid it right into the pile he made on the changing pad. Inside and outside of the diaper were COVERED in poop, and cue the very first time I gagged at my son's dirty diapers.
Poop Fail #2:
I finished feeding Ethan lunch, early in his solid food days, and food was everywhere. Rather than carry him through the house and drip pureed squash everywhere, I ran to the nursery, brought back a diaper, two wipes (enough for me to feel that I have thoroughly cleaned every fat roll in a wet diaper), and a new outfit.
I took Ethan out of his Bumpo seat, only to find poop smeared in the entire bottom. Ew. I definitely didn't bring enough wipes for a poopy diaper. I also had no where to put him to retrieve more wipes without getting poop EVERYWHERE. So that's exactly what happened. I ran for more wipes and started to clean. I swear, I don't know where that boy stores it all. I removed his outfit and it was like something exploded. I found poop on my clothes, his clothes, my PHONE (innocent bystander nearby), the rug, the Bumpo, the clean outfit I was going to put him in, the list continues. After I got him removed from his clothing, I quickly rushed him into the nursery to get more wipes and find fresh clothing. Taking him to the nursery meant that I had to leave his two poopy outfits in my living room floor, leading to several shouts at the dog to STOP sniffing the mess in the living room until I had time to return and clean it. Thank goodness the dog didn't end up in poop that day, but everything else in my house sure did.
Have you all had any major diaper disasters?