My poor little miss has been sick with a staph infection and has been on antibiotics. Antibiotics, as you may know, destroy little tummies and their digestive tracks, leading to unpleasant diapers. But, today's story is not about little miss. Today's story is about little man.
So, twin A is sitting in his chair (we actually joke that it's his poop chair, because that's what he so often does while sitting in it). He's been playing for about 20 minutes and starts fussing. Everything good so far. I go over and sit down next to him to see if he just wants some company for a bit. The smell hits me and I know the famous chair has done it's job again, so off we go to the changing table. I set him down and go for the leg snaps on his brand new pajamas thinking I didn't remember the fabrics being so dark when I put them on him. Unsnap the first snap and yes. It's all down his leg. It's a miracle it hadn't soaked through the fabric yet (a testament to the new pajamas). I start to peel the fabric off and the extent of the mess makes itself known. I am honestly impressed little man wasn't more upset. He's usually very picky about having clean diapers. In any case, realizing he's getting his diaper changed, he gets very excited and starts kicking, sending the poo in all new directions. Now here's where the experienced moms will shake their heads: I decided the best way to deal with this was to put him in the bath. So, stripped down to nothing but the leaky diaper, I took baby boy by the armpits to the tub, laid him down, stripped off the soiled diaper, and turned on the water. The babes are used to getting bathed in their baby bathtub, but there was no time for that. Little man thinks that I am trying to drown him, so he starts screaming. The screaming wakes little miss who was sleeping in the living room. As the water rises, it takes the poo from his legs and bum and floats it closer to his head. BAD IDEA. BAD IDEA. I turn off the water. My brain is almost completely shut down now as the panic rises. I've got one screaming baby, one crying baby, and instead of getting cleaner, the poop has now spread. I'm sure everyone will now recognize my folly as I got out the baby bathtub. As I put little man into the tub and ran water it quickly dawned on me that now I was just making poop soup. But at least his head was above the muck this time. I eventually got everything sorted but suffice to say next time I will be using a bajillion wipes to clean up the mess rather than trying to wash it off in the bath. At least until he's old enough to stand on his own and I can just spray him down.
