NanaKim

Six months is an exciting time in a baby’s life to start experiencing a range of solid foods, in mush form, bringing new tastes and definitely, a new kind of poop. This is when poop volume increases and the smell gets to be, well, more noticeable.

On a day when I was trying to get home to touch base with the people renovating my bathroom, I noticed that my granddaughter had pooped big time in her cloth diaper.

I undressed her, folding her onesie well out of the way up under her arms. Knowing that she loves to kick energetically, I was holding her heels with one hand and trying to get the cloth diaper undone. One handed, I carefully opened the layers and used the liner to scrape the runny mess from her legs into the main mass. I was pleased with the way I had folded the cloth over the poop and then safely used two or three wipes to get her all clean.

Having negotiated decontaminating the baby, I found I needed two hands to remove the diaper shell, diaper, contents and wipes that were tidily bundled up into a neat and portable package.

A split second after my left hand released her heels and lowered toward the diaper, her right heel flashed past my hand like an epee in a complicated maneuver during which she opened up the diaper with her heel, collected an amount of runny poop and smeared it on herself, her clothes and the changing pad. Sigh. My plans were thwarted. It became the worst case clean up and took a long time.

Papa came home to a stripped down changing pad. With all his diaper changing experience, he had no problem guessing just how bad it had been.

The following week, I was defeated again in a different way. I was able to get the poopy diaper away from the baby quite cleanly. I had only to hold the liner in the toilet bowl and flush to removed the poo. That day, the toilet was blocked! I worked away with the plunger repeatedly flushing until the toilet handle dropped off onto the floor! The baby was by then making noises suggesting that my attention was required with her so I had no choice but to put the diaper into the diaper bucket as it was and move on. Of course the bucket was already full to the top!

Poop is a popular topic of texts at this stage. I think I am in competition with the parents to report the worst diaper ever. I think my son-in-law won. He dealt with a poop that was so massive, it escaper my granddaughter’s diaper layers, oozed through her pajamas and stained her Dad’s shorts. Baby looked quite startled by all this but her mother was crying with laughter.

I prefer being included in these stories at a distance, with no poop on ME.

Do you have any poop stories to share? I would love to hear them.