Thirty-five minutes. That is how long we had been home from the hospital. That is how long we thought this parenting thing might be possible, before Owen's body resonated with a sound that dispelled all worry about our baby's previously inactive bowels.
So soon, it was time to christen that fancy changing table we got. We opened the diaper and it looked like this kid paved a 4-lane highway in there. Apparently there is a learning curve with diaper changing, because it took only a few seconds for both Caitlin and I--well, and Owen--to have poop smeared somewhere on us.
True love is when your hands smell like someone else's poop.
Right about the time we thought we regained control of the situation, Owen started peeing all over the changing table, us, and his own face. All three of us needed to change our clothes.
One down, 7,299* diapers to go.
*Calculation of 7,300 diapers in child's life is based on my own made up assumptions of averaging 8 diapers per day for 2.5 years.
You're a way better father than I am if you hit 7,300 diapers with him. Neal gets his diaper changed 3 times most days. Thankfully the 8-10 per day only lasts the first few months. Good luck! I think I actually prefer the poop smell to the rancid milk smell....
ReplyDeleteWe'll see! He is currently blazing through diapers at the economically and emotionally depressing rate of 14 per day.
DeleteHe has no respect for money.
Babies are fun! Have lots!! ; )
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