I rushed over to the DECON/CHANGING station and tried to assess the situation. I could immediately tell as I unzipped her little Pjs that the diaper had not lived up to the hype of their commercials. You know the one. Cute little babies having a blow out contest? I plan on suing. It was everywhere. It was running down her leg, it was somehow on her stomach, everywhere. I instinctually turned to yell for my mommy (as I always do when something gross occurs) and it hit me. I’m the mommy!!! I have to handle the yuck now!!
Now Zoey is a kicker when she is being changed. So I knew that this was going to be messy. I decided to sacrifice the Pjs and onesie to the gods of poop and just cut it off. This trick seemed to confuse Zoey and she thankfully kept her legs still while I removed her diaper… and then SPLAT! She had the element of surprise on me. I mean there was so MUCH poop, How could there be MORE? Oh but there was more. And I ended up cutting my own shirt off of me.
The moral of this story… there is always more.
Oh and if you happen to be eating while reading this, you’re welcome!