That moment you realize you have made a really bad decision…
My husband and I had enjoyed a wonderful dinner out with our precious little 6-month-old daughter. As always, my husband carried our daughter inside and put her carrier on the kitchen table. He unstraps her and carefully pulls her out of her seat, when that sudden look of terror came over his face. He then asks, “Hun, are her pants wet?” I immediately cover my mouth and giggle because secretly every mom loves to see her husband get poop on him! She had a giant mound bulging from her leggings. I quickly grab a hand full of paper towels and wrap her legs like a burrito in hopes that we won’t have any spillage. We then discuss whether we should go straight to the tub or try cleaning her up on her changing table. This is where we make our big mistake. We decide on the changing table…
We get upstairs to her room and gently place her on the changing pad. We decide the best course of action is to roll her pants down to the problem area...only to find, that everywhere was a problem. So we get the bright idea to grab wipes to cover our hands and continue the removal process. As my husband is rolling down her leggings, I’m going behind him cleaning the poop as fast as possible. Finally the pants are off and we are feeling really lucky this went so well. Or were we? The poop immediately oozes out of the leg holes and gets all over the changing table just as I get her diaper open.
Have I mentioned that my daughter is constantly moving? Well, picture this…two grown ups, one extremely animated baby, a pile of poop on the changing pad, and an open diaper. Our daughter decided at this very moment to start kicking her feet like crazy. Now the poop is flying. I mean, it’s splattering on the wall and our clothes. She has even managed to sling it on a pile of clean folded clothes in the laundry hamper on her floor. With much hesitation, I go in knuckles deep to hold her legs down. There is literally poop oozing through my fingers. Since her legs are now being restrained, she begins to put her hands in this mess. And of course, her hands go straight to her hair!
Long story short, this took us 25 minutes to deal with and a half a pack of wipes. All to end up with the three of us getting a shower to clean this disgusting poop off. Our new motto is:
When in doubt, go to the tub.
by Tiffany D., mom to (now) 16 month old adorable little girl