Friday, September 10, 2010

Why I HATE poopy diapers!

Aside from the obvious reasons...I hate poopy diapers because they made me miss an important step in my son's life today.

Maybe all mom's deal with a son whose poopy diapers are so loaded that they leak everywhere. That's what I try to convince myself anyway. So today was a typical day in my house. I had finished nursing Parker and put him in his swing. Since I knew he was safe and sound, and above all, happy, I ventured upstairs to my master bathroom to work on peeling a little section of wallpaper. Like I said, typical day in my house! LOL! (For those who don't know, we're remodeling our fixer-upper house so I'm constantly doing some sort of home improvement). I finished peeling my small section and decided it would be a good time to go run a few errands. I went outside to start the truck so it could cool off, then came back inside to change Parker's diaper and load him up in his car seat.

That was when I discovered that he had a dirty diaper. And in typical Parker style, it was exploding out the side of the diaper. Thus, not only was his onesie covered in poop, so was the fabric cover of his swing. I took him to his nursery to change him. Now, again, maybe most Mom's are like this, but it takes me a good five minutes at least to change a poopy diaper. Especially when I have to take his clothes off and carefully sit them someplace where they don't get poop everywhere, then I have to not only wipe his rear, but his thighs, feet, and (new today) bellybutton!!! Sheesh! I have gotten a little bit smarter in the sense that now I lay a pad down on top of his diaper changing pad that I can wash, because there's no avoiding getting fecal matter on that as well. Once he was all clean, I placed him in his crib so I could rinse out his clothes, then take the fabric cover off of his swing, and then down to the basement where I stain treated and loaded the washing machine. That whole process may have taken a good six minutes (keep in mind the truck is still running out in the driveway and the "low gas" symbol had popped up that morning).

I hurriedly entered the nursery and was headed straight to the closet to pick out a new outfit for Parker when something caught the corner of my eye. It was Parker. In his crib. On his stomach. I knew for a fact I had laid him on his back. My little angel had rolled over for the first time! And no one was there to witness it. I literally had to fight back the tears. Parker has been almost rolling over for a month and a half now. I was so very upset that I didn't get to see that huge milestone for the very first time. (And as I'm writing this I'm even more upset because it just dawned on me that I didn't even take a picture of him on his stomach in his crib! Ugh!) He was happy as could be: kicking his little feet and gnawing on the corner of the little cloth that I keep in his crib so I don't always have to wash his sheet when he spits up (Yup, I hate changing the crib too!)

What was funny was that it was almost as if he was proud of himself. When I lifted him out of the crib and onto his changing table he had the biggest grin and was just kicking his feet like crazy. This continued all the way into his car seat, and even during the few errands I had to run. Since my truck was running (and almost out of fuel) I didn't try to get him to roll over for me again. And, of course, he fell asleep on the short drive home from the gas station and he's sleeping as I type this.

I've got my video camera charged and can anyone take a wild guess as to what I'll be doing once he wakes up???


Kendra said...

oh girl, I'm sorry, that has happened to me many times. as a matter of fact, I needed to run one of the boys to the lab NEXT DOOR to my husband's office. So I took Gracelyn (before she got sick) to Ryan and took my son to the lab for all of 10 minutes. In that time she rolled over for the first time. I was devastated.

Sheila said...

Aw Sis! I'm so sorry you missed it! Now you know how I felt everytime James did a first with Andy as soon as I walked out of the room after spending so much time working with him. They are Stinkers, those boys are!!