So, a day before Piper’s 7 month birthday, it finally happened…
wait for it (insert suspenseful music here) I got poop on me…
Who am I kidding, there was poop in more places then on me.
I’m ahead of myself, let me start from the beginning.
In the past couple of weeks, when we start Piper’s bedtime routine, she goes crazy. It’s like she just polished off a bag of marshmallows (okay, that might have been me, but on with the story) and she is on a total sugar high. She starts to squirm and do weird flops on the change table. The best comparison would be to a fish out of water…just slightly less slimy (pending on whether or not it’s bath day). Normally this behaviour is rather humorous. It makes it difficult for her to get her night-time change and baby massage, but it was never a big deal…until now!
See, my precious baby decided to fill her pants something fierce right before bed. When I say fill, I mean FILL to the brim! I was trying to get the dirty diaper off and clean her while she was flopping around like a fish. Yeah, as you might have guessed, it didn’t go too well. I was trying lift her feet and legs up so she didn’t smear her poopy bum all over the change table cover. It was all a blur so I don’t even know how my nice white jammies got caught in the crossfire! I have to admit, I was two seconds away from picking her up by one foot, letting her hang upside down and take her to the shower to get hosed down!
That kid may have one the battle, but this mom won the war! I got her changed and put to bed…with minimal poop damage.
Now…to burn those pjs.