Whoa! Our First Diaper Explosion!

Roy and I decided we'd take the baby out today and run some errands. We looked at some apartments we're thinking of moving into later this year. Went to the store to pick up a few things. Then we found this new little bitty Thai restaurant we decided to try.

Janelle's bottle-fed now, and so we'd fed her, packed up a couple of bottles, and headed out. Our last stop - the quiet Thai restaurant. We're just about done. Janelle had been quietly sitting in her carrier drifting between dozing and quiet alertness. Suddenly she starts crying and I decide to go ahead and pick her up and try to calm her down. Well, she then wets all over her little outfit, which surprised me b/c so far we hadn't had any problems until then with her diapers leaking, and this was a *major* leak. So, I quickly grab the diaper bag and we run to the restroom. It was a pretty one-toilet restroom -- beautiful sink, fancy everything... absolutely no counter space. So I reach out into the hallway and grab an empty chair and drag it into the restroom to give me *something* to change my baby on.

And then I opened her onesie ... and *it* was *everywhere*. I could not believe our baby could make that big of a mess. And she was absolutely not pleased that I was angling her 21 1/4 inch body on a changing pad across the seat of this wooden chair trying desperately to undress/clean her without making things worse. I guess it was her incessant screams that brought Roy back to the restroom (thank God!) and he quietly knocked on the door, and when I opened it, he quickly stepped in and helped me.

Since that time, just a few hours ago, we've come home, given Janelle a bath. Daddy's taking a nap, and I'm still marveling at our first diaper explosion. I immediately think of the stories my Mom lovingly (and with a chuckle) tells of similar instances from when me or my sisters were babies. For me, I think the chuckle will come later. All I can think right now is "whoa".