Do not read this if you are squeamish about a person shitting their pants or if you have never been a mother or a father having had to change your child's diaper or training pants.
Cleaning up a child's messy butt with moist toilettes and rinsing out a filled diaper is not for the weak at heart.
He came down with a bad cough yesterday and maybe that is why. We were both taking a late morning nap and the bedroom smelled like what a full diaper smells like, if you remember.
While I have never been, am not now, and hope never to be a parent; I do remember from my baby sitting days what that smell is like. It is much more than a fart but and much more than a dump in the appropriate location. And it lingers.
It was not a full load, just a fart's amount gone awry but none the less all the information I needed to inquire and inspect the situation was there.
Since he is not good at communicating, and probably didn't even realize what had happened, I am grateful for my sensitive nose. I used to say that I could smell a batch of cookies in the oven when they were just about ready to be taken out. Sorry for the mixed. chocolate chip cookies metaphor.
I was able to attend to doody or is it duty without making him feel bad and with being able to keep my breakfast down.
Enough said. Or have I said too much already?
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