Monday morning was definitely one I would choose not to do again. It all started on Sunday evening when D confronted me about putting Stella's diapers on to tight. After giving ME a lesson on how to put on her diapers- I had officially felt like a bad mom. Now lets fast forward to Monday morning.
On Monday, everything started out as usual. We woke up and came down stairs, changed her diaper (the new way my expert diaper changing husband showed me), and got her bottle ready. After Stella was done eating I started to burp her. In the process of burping her she pooped her pants. Normal right? Well it would have been had I fastened her diaper on tighter! When I pulled her away from me- I had crap all over my shirt from my waist to my chest. I looked at her and the poor baby pooped all over her back up to her neck. I honestly didn't know who or what to start cleaning first.
So I started with Stella. I didn't want to leave her covered in poop. SO I cleaned her then picked her up to take her upstairs for a bath. Well I picked her up and thought... SH** I just picked her up and put her right back in her own poop (since I had it all over myself.) Needless to say we both finally recovered from her sh** storm and called D.
My call with D went something along the lines of you silly boy- please don't give me advise on changing diapers anymore. (Ok so replace silly and boy with other words and take out please.) He laughed. Good times!
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