So there we were, me out of clean diapers and Bode up to his armpits in poop. Thank goodness I realized what was going on before the poop soaked clear through his clothes and into my nice, new, white-beige carpet. Sigh. This kid has a butt crack that was divinely designed to launch poop right out of a diaper, be it cloth or paper. As in… We. Have. Liftoff.
I managed to get him stripped down without spreading too much of it around and without getting any in his hair. Score!
Lucky thing I like to carry an old ratty diaper around for use as a burp cloth. I wrapped his little tooshie in the burp cloth diaper and proceeded to give him a wet-wipe sponge bath. A final sniff to make sure he was clean and voila! Today may now proceed…
Oh I feel you!
We got locked out of the house one day and went to the bank to visit my step father. She had her first blow out sitting on my lap in the bank. Poop up her back, down her legs, down my legs…. Was I out of wipes? yes.
Did I only have one diaper? yes. Did she pee on that as I tried to change her and clean her up? yes.
Could I go home and shower or change myself? no.
Our blow outs are few and far between now thank goodness but I understand the butt crack designed for launch. And I feel your pain!!
I totally forgot to write in the part about the ill-timed pee fountain! He cheerfully hosed himself & the diaper area down while I was reaching for the 3rd or 4th wet wipe. Ha!
AAAhhh, the poop extravaganza has begun. Lincoln only likes to shoot poo in the middle of the night when I am trying to quietly change him in the semi- dark. Makes me wonder why God designed baby butts for poo shooting… what do you suppose He thought they could have possibly needed that skill for?