In anticipation of our daughter's baptism I had set up to meet a friend at a local restaurant to ensure it would be a good fit for our upcoming party. We had set to meet at 11am and I agreed to bring my daughter so my friend could see how she had grown in the past few weeks. I checked her diaper right before heading out and proceeded to load her into her carseat. Now the restaurant is literally a three minute drive from our house. Upon arrival I set up an upside down high chair and rested her car seat in it. So my friend could get a better look at her I unstrapped her arms... and that is when I saw it. A small circle of pumpkin colored poop staining her shirt right above the waistline of her pants. Now as some of you know, a single spot in an odd place is usually not a good sign of things to come. I groaned and pledged to my friend I would be right back. I grabbed my bag which only had a little travel size diaper pack in it, which usually includes a couple diapers, a few wipes, and a pad to lay your kid on. It is used for those occassions where it is just a quick trip out of the house.
Upon entering I surveyed the bathroom for a changing table only to come up short. I mean what restaurant these days doesn't have a changing table somewhere??? Obviously it was built by someone who does not have kids! So I viciously pulled a TON of paper towel out of the dispenser and coated the small countertop area between the two sinks. Why did I do this you might ask... well I had failed to return the pad to lay your kid on to my little to-go bag. So I had to resort to some ghetto tactics. Upon peeling back the layers of her clothes the story just got worse. It was EVERYWHERE! And when I mean everywhere I mean everywhere. Somewhere along the line the diaper had shifted and was not even covering half of her butt. Keep in mind here I only had 3 wipes in my little stash. I was completely unprepared for this unforseen tragedy. So I just started to pull more nad more papertowel out of the dispenser and used it to take a little off the top. By this time I had completely monopolized both sinks. It was horrible. I was embarassed. But not half as embarassed as I was when my first bathroom goer descended upon us. I think she was so mortified by the sight of it all she didn't bother to wash her hands after using the facilities. I finally got my daughter pretty well cleaned up aside from her outfit which was still covered in wet poop stains. Again, being super unprepared I had no backup outfit to dress this girl in.
A sidenote... lately a few of my friends' kids have gotten hand, foot, and mouth disease. This is a virus that a child gets when it sticks something in it's mouth that has feces on it. Which at firt sounds gross but once you have a kid you know that it would be so easy to do. So with that in mind that was all I could think of was my daughter was going to rest her hand on her clothes and then put it straight in her mouth. I was determined to not let this happen. I pulled even more papertowel out of the dispenser and started to shove it down her pants so it stuck up in little shoots. I wrapped it over her pants and over her onesie in the places she could touch. Just to give you a visual image when my friend and I were later recalling the incident she said that she looked like a scarecrow.
So wrapped in paper towel I proceeded to carry my daughter back through the resturant where I am sure judging eyes were boring into me. I sat her back down in her carseat thinking we could just ride out breakfast and everything would be fine.
But of course, everything was not fine. She started to beller and now everyone was staring. I of course then had to pick her up... paper towel and all so everyone could see how I had wrapped her in the stuff.
I finally gave up, called my husband and asked him to come pick her up, things were not going well. And here is where I have to give my husband major props. Even though he saw I had single handly made our daughter a human paper towel roll he said something along the lines of it was a good idea to prevent her from touching it and then hauled her away.
Breakfast turned out to be lovely but to my dismay restaurant informed us that they did not take morning reservations and could not accomodate our upcoming celebration.
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