Pretty, ain’t it? It’s called Autumn Orange. This is the kind of colour that would look great in a living room with vaulted ceilings and white baseboards and hardwood floors…but I digress.
That was probably the only positive thing about this diaper change. Of course, like my diaper-adapted version of Murphy’s Law–when it’s ickyist, baby’s hands must get in it.
Yes, Jamayia got her hands in there, and proceeded to grab her socks. Now the once pink socks were pink & orange. Not good. Then, I discovered that the diaper was filled to overflowing. Again, not good. The safest way to remove her shirt would’ve been to cut it off. But, I couldn’t do that safely. I said a prayer, and tried to take of her shirt in a way that the dirtyness stayed at her back.
Oh, and did I mention that when she was playing gleefully with her socks, she was also grabbing at my arms? I was just thankful that she wasn’t trying to play with her mouth too!
So, it was time for the first bath of the day.
My darling was quite sleepy, so she wasn’t looking forward to the bath–and she started to bawl…h-a-r-d-c-o-r-e. Crying is a rare occurance for Jamayia, so I know that she was just sad.
But, after a quick bath, we were both cleaner and fresher. She got a nice little snack and settled down for a nice long nap. I had to soak her change pad, shirt & socks. After a good soaking, I also had to hand scrub out the stains. Then, proceeded to use the ‘pre-soak’ option on the washing machine. They all came out. Yippee!!
I just had to share this latest adventure. I wish I could say it’d be the last time I’d have to experience this, but fat chance. Upon later reflection, I was praising God that this was all I had to deal with. Many people go through so much drama with their babies (and other things in their lives) and have such a stressful time. So, the diaper was icky & the smell was out of this world. But it was a temporary situation and it’s over.
Thank God it’s over. I hope that she doesn’t “store up” again for another couple of weeks.