So, yesterday I'm working away and I was loudly interrupted by my husband.
"ALANA - I NEED HELP QUICK!!!"
Thinking that one of the kids was bleeding profusely (and how would I have missed that, since there were no kids screaming along with him) and I ran out of my office. Then My husband yells "I need help - bring some diapers, quick!"
Let me explain something. My husband, who only last month spent 1 1/2 hours in the parking lot of the pediatricians office cleaning out the truck and his daughter's car seat who had projectile vomited EVERYWHERE, has a thing with baby poop. Or rather, against baby poop.
It wasn't as pronounced with our son, but for some reason with our daughter, he suddenly can't change a diaper without gagging.
Ok, so I grab the diapers, wipes and a bag only to find my husband standing on the back patio gasping for air and standing with our daughter.
Me: "Why do you have her on the back patio? Her feet are getting cold."
Him: "SHE HAS POOP GOING ALL THE WAY UP HER BACK AND IT'S COMING OUT OF HER DIAPER AND I NEED HELP CLEANING HER UP!" (and yes, he was shouting)
Me: "Well, why did you take her outside?"
Apparently this was a foolish question, because my husband began stripping our daughter down, which meant that I got to clean poop off of her back while she was standing, and shivering, on our back patio.
Notice who was calm in this situation? Now, if I had been in a store without the diaper bag or giving her a bath, I might have also freaked out. But poop coming out of a diaper is not, in my mind anyway, something to freak out over. I definitely don't think she should have to be cleaned off on the patio.
I offered to spray her down with the hose, but thankfully my husband agreed that it was too cold for that. Had it been the dead of summer, he may have agreed.
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