Current mood: sick
I have witnessed many horribly disturbing things in Mia's diaper over the past 21 months. All shapes, colors, smells and types. You name it, I've probably seen it. Though changing poopie diapers is not one of my more joyous things to do as a Mama, I have handled it pretty well and conquered anything little Mia has dished out. There have been a few times where I struggled but I have always prevailed victoriously.
Now that I am pregnant and my super human smell has kicked in, changing poopie diapers have proven to be an even bigger challenge. I cannot stand or handle anything foul smelling, especially when its first thing in the morning. Luckily, none of Mia's poopie diapers have had the better of me yet..... until this morning.... (dun dun... duuuuuh)
Mia woke up a bit earlier than she usually does. I really didn't want to get up that early but figured it wouldn't be all bad since it meant she would take an earlier nap. So I got up and got some things ready for the day before going into her room. I have learned from the last time I got sick, that I NEED to eat something as soon as I wake up. Even before getting Mia out of bed. So I munched on a banana and drank the rest of my jimiaca from last night. I was feeling pretty good, not to shabby. I grabbed a diaper and a wipee to take to Mia's room so I could change her pee pee diaper before bringing her downstairs.
I had a slice of banana for her as a treat and walked into her room. She was already waiting for me and started bouncing around once she saw me. I gave her the banana, took some pictures of her (because she just turned 21 months and I always take a video and pictures of her on those special days). Things seemed to go good. Then she got off her bed and ran to the other side of the room. Suddenly she started to do her famous squat and push thing. Uh-Oh! I knew what that meant. As soon as she was done I put her on the bed to double check... sure enough when I peeked into her diaper there was a nice big mess there waiting for me. EWWWWWW!!!! I knew my 1 wipee I brought upstairs wouldn't cut it and this was a changing table type job.
So we walked downstairs together. I went into the changing room to get things ready for the battle I was about to fight. I was a bit nervous because even the smell coming from her jammies was powerful. I opened the window in the room hoping it would help vent the room out. I pulled out a diaper, put a few wipees on the changing table and a plastic bag to put the dirty biohazard diaper in when I was done. I even said a small prayer to help me through this. (Ya it was THAT bad!) Mia was watching me the whole time, then when it was time to grab her she started protesting.
She threw herself on the ground, then sat up on her knees and started bouncing on her butt on the floor! NOOO MIA!!! All I could imagine was that nasty slimey poopie being pushed all around!!! NOOO!!!! I grabbed her and quickly put her on the table. I unzipped her body suit jammie and took one foot out. She was kicking and crying, she didn't want her diaper to be changed. I knew I had to act fast, this was not going to be a easy fight. I took her other foot out and thats when I caught a horrible wiff of something putrid!! I can't even begin to describe how horrible it was, and I don't even want to try and relive it. I didn't even unfasten her diaper yet before I was forced to retreat to the other side of the room.
I stood there facing the closet door, gagging and gagging. Oh no!!! I couldn't stop, then I started to dry heave! I tried to compose myself because I didn't want to leave Mia laying unattended on the changing table but it soon got to the point where I had to or I'd throw up on the floor. I ran to the bathroom and got sick. I tried to compose myself because again, Mia was alone on the changing table.
Then came the dilemma. I knew for a fact there was no way I could handle changing her diaper and her Daddy was still asleep upstairs. I wanted to get her back down from the changing table so I could wake up her Daddy but I knew if I walked back into that room I would throw up again. Even the thought of the smell made me gag some more... infact it makes me feel like gagging even now! I had to act fast.. time was wasting.
So I decided to chance it and I ran upstairs into our master bedroom, sniffling, shaking, and out of breathe. Adrian woke up and I told him to get Mia, she was alone on the changing table and she had a poopie that made me throw up! He jumped out of bed and ran downstairs to help. I sat at the top of the stairs trying to compose myself and settle my bouncing stomach.
I could hear Adrian downstairs battling with Mia and commenting on how awful and smelly her poopie was. It was pretty powerful. Eventually he finished changing her and I felt well enough to come back downstairs.
Phew what a morning... talk about a battle. So ya I was defeated by my first diaper today, but it was no ordinary diaper. It was a monstrous, horrible, creation that I hope never to smell again in my life!!!!
