How To Recycle Diapers

Ok so I don't recommend this to anyone!

Sometimes in Blogland we run across those mommies who like to portray themselves as perfect. If you are looking for one of those mommies here...move along.

I want to share with you what happened to me yesterday. Yesterday it was not funny. Today I can laugh about it. Sorry Robin for boring you with this story twice.

Wook has not been feeling well. I called our fabulous pediatrician's office and they gave me a very small time window for getting ready and making it on time.

We left without shoes. And another very important article of baby clothing.

We made it on time. We checked in. I smelled something terribly foul.

My sickly child had a sickly poop.

I took him out to the van to change the poop in order to spare the other sickly children in the waiting room from gagging.

When I got out to the van, I looked in the diaper bag and realized I had no diapers with me.

No problem because being the mostly organized Mommy that I am, we keep a basket with much needed items in the van, including 8-10 diapers.

But what happens when you forget to restock your back-up basket?

I went into immediate panic!!!!!!!

I know what some of you not so perfect mommies are thinking....

Jess..."Dump the poop patty and move on." But it was goopy poop!

I was frantic. And I knew they were going to check his temp rectally because it was so high. And I wouldn't get past the desk with the smell.

That's when I recycled my first diaper.

There was one diaper wrapped in itself in a perfect little tight diaper square, it had rolled under the seat (or I had just left it there for who knows how long).

Before I opened it I prayed. I did. I stopped to take the time to pray.

"Lord, please? I won't ask for anything for a long time. Please don't let there be poop in this used diaper. Please let it just be wet and crusty."

I opened it. I was an oldie but a goodie. A little wet, a little yellowed. It would do.

I then happily diapered my child with that recycled diaper. I was so relieved that I didn't apologize to him until later.

Yeah, we left with 2 ear infections, but I was proud of myself for being so crafty, and I did a little to help the environment too!

So to all you not perfect mommies...don't beat yourself up when you look in your vehicle and there are a few used diapers tossed around. What if you might need them one day?

It Takes Two Baby....

So I have only talked about Poop one other time people! If you feel the need click here.
Ok, so I blogged about it twice. Click here too.

Again this is not for those with weak stomachs. And no I will spare you and not include pictures with this one.

I can handle the newborn poop. Even the first newborn poop. Those of you who have had a baby know what I am talking about.

My son has always been the "Tootsie Roll" type. You know primarily biscuits.

Since Sunday, DH and I have dreaded the diaper change. I have heard myself saying things like. "No! I did it last time." or "I do it all day!" (purposefully guilting him into diaper duty, and it is not usually hard to coerce him)

It has been bad folks. And I want it to go away. So bad that I am afraid to take him out in public for fear of wearing it home. Yes me, wearing it home. So bad that I feel like I need a shower after changing him.

It has taken two of us to change him because he is in that "exploring" stage. He wants to "give his worm a wiggle" if you know what I mean. Unfortunately, the poop is everywhere....and I mean everywhere.

He's a tricky little fella.
It starts with gas. He lets a few rip and we get our panties in a wad. (well I get my panties in a wad...DH would not want you to think that he wears panties)
I sniff butt. I check. I sniff butt. I check. Nothing. Until....

I think the Wook is saving them up for one big explosion a night. Usually while sitting in his highchair so that the "force is with him". Scary. Does anyone have a Lightsaber that squirts stain remover?

It has been serious. When there is just as much poop in the jammies as in the diaper, its serious. Seriously disgusting!

So I called the other Jessica. She is a mommy of two precious kiddos and always knows what to do, or at least she tells me that its ok that I don't know what to do.

She is a dear friend.
I knew this before I started calling her to help me decipher poops.

She assured me that with no other symptoms and the infrequency, it was probably just him adjusting to some new foods.

So I ask "What have we been feeding him???????" Oh how I long for the days of "Found a Peanut". Leave me a comment and let me know that this too shall pass. That's funny... Since we are "passing lots" these days.

Found a Peanut!

If you have a weak stomach, I urge you to move along to the next blog...
So you remember the childhood tune "Found a peanut, found a peanut, found a peanut last night.." Well I found a peanut this afternoon! Mom sat in the car with Wookie while I ran into Target. (I loved it, since I never get to shop alone anymore.) When I returned to the car to load the bags I opened the passenger side door. I happened to look down and saw what I thought was a peanut shell in the floor. I picked it up and thought "Hmm, that's strange. I have vacuumed out the van several times since we went to the mountains and ate our weight in boiled peanuts." Oh wait, as I look closer, its not a peanut at all....its a TERD!!!! So I rapidly find the hand sanitizer and ask my mom how his poo landed in the floor. She informs me that she changed him and he actually had two peanuts but one must have "gotten away from me". I didn't know "peanuts" were so elusive.

Free the Poop

This morning, after our pears and "raspberries" feast...I noticed the large dinner plate sized stain on the wook's jammies. Amazingly his diaper was absolutely clean! All of the poop freed itself right out of the "secret hatch"! How do babies do it? Hubby would have saved that diaper!