Not just a walk in the park

Today was a very exciting day to say the least.  So much so, that I decided it would be better to write the details in this format rather than having lengthy captions or status updates on facebook.  Hard to say how this forum will be longerm but figured it was worth a try.  Maybe if I'm feeling creative, I'll try to write from his perspective on occasion. For now though, it's late and I can't think about how I would describe today's chaos from his perspective. :-)

It was really nice out today so I asked a friend to go walking with Ethan and I.  He had just eaten and had a diaper change so I decided that I wasn't going to bother bringing his diaper bag.  When I told Rach that, she said something along the lines of "I hope he has explosive diarrhea."  With that threat spoken outloud, I opted to grab a diaper and headed out the door.  There was already a diaper in the bottom of the stroller so I figured we'd be okay.  No wipes. No change of clothes.  Perhaps you can see where this is headed already.

Rather than walking with him in his car seat being attached to his stroller, I decided I was going to front carry him in the Moby wrap.  I was supporting under his legs with my hands to help minimize the risk of hip dysplasia.  We had walked about 1/4 mile or so (of the 2 1/4 mile loop, when he pooped.  Of course, he was in the perfect pooping position within his knees basically in a supported squat from my hold and the Moby.  We kept walking for a bit when I felt that his outfit was wet by his leg and sure enough, when I asked my friend to take a look, she confirmed that his diaper was seriously leaking. 

At this point, not attempting to change him was not an option so we backtracked to the closest bench and preceeded to change him.  Because we had no wipes, one of the 2 diapers became a makeshift wipe.  When that wasn't working, his clothes did the trick.  At this point, his clothes were pretty nasty so what was a bit more mess in an effort to clean off his body at least.  It was all over his bottom and it had been running down his leg too.  Pure nasty.  We determined that the best thing to do was strip him naked (down to his diaper. Thank God I had grabbed one as I walked out the door) and just try to keep him warm with the blanket.  The clothes were way too soiled to keep on him and would have make holding him or putting him in the car seat a disgusting endeavor. 

I did a makeshift job swaddling him and proceeded to place him in a psuedo cradle hold in the Moby so that he would benefit from my body warmth as we finished the walk.  Oddly enough, the though of turning around never crossed my mind.  I was determined to enjoy the warm weather and the exercise. 

He fell soundly asleep pretty soon after we started walking again and slept until we put him in the car for the ride home.  Of course he got a bath right away upon our return

What is the lesson of the day?  I suppose I should never leave the house without diapers, wipes, and a change of clothes although I'm sure I will.  It was a great laugh and everyone made it out alive.

As an aside, I do think it was his mommy's diapering of him that led to the disaster.  I'm pretty sure she put the diaper on a bit crooked and that his little hiney wasn't centered in the middle of the absorbant part.  She got a good laugh when I called to tell her what had happened.  By the time we were all together again he was already bathed and dressed so the only evidence of the blow-out was the poopy clothes which are soaking as we speak so that I can wash them tomorrow.