Travelling + Baby = Messy

Now that Levi has been born, I try to do all the normal things I'd be doing without a baby. So, taking a trip to Melfort in the car is one of those things. Of course, there are stops for feeding and diaper-changing now. Normally, this is pretty straightforward.

Until the Sh*t-astrophe of 2011.

Picture this, Watson gas station, early evening. I decided not to feed him in the car because there were too many people around. What I didn't know was that this move saved my life, or at least the interior of my car.

I went into the wheelchair stall where the change table was. I set down my diaper bag and the baby and got myself ready, sitting on the seat. (The closed seat, if you were wondering.)

Everything was going smoothly, until I felt the initial rumblings in his diaper. Soon to be followed by the nastiest, wettest, sh*tiest diaper known to mankind. It went right past the Pampers, through his sleeper and onto my hand and arm.

Of course, being the prepared person I am, I had extra diapers and extra clothes. But, the clothes were too small and I wanted a sleeper for him. I had to call back up.

Me, sitting in the stall, handling a poopy baby and my cell phone: "Jen, go into his suitcase and grab me a sleeper - he pooped through this one!"

Jen comes to the rescue, sleeper in hand. So, I pass her the poopy one. It's not an ordinary sleeper. It's the nice one Erica bought him - it's white, gorgeous soft cotton and he is just starting to fit it. So, in order to save it, I have to ask Jen to clean it up and wash it out. She does. In the sink. The only sink in the bathroom. There are definitely other customers coming in. She perserveres.

Meanwhile, I am hogging one of the two stalls trying to change him into his clean clothes. Of course, he is also crying because his feeding session has been interrupted by this inconvenience, and he is none too happy about it.

However, I got him changed, and fed, and the nice sleeper got cleaned and is currently stain free. It wasn't a catastrophe, just a sh*tastrophe, and I am sure there will be many more!