Warning: This entry comes with no images, except perhaps a few mental ones that may be difficult to remove from you mind. Hopefully you can get a good laugh!
So, Jacob and I took a quick trip to Target today to pick up our favorite diaper rash cream: Triple Paste. It seems that every time he gets a tooth he ends up fighting diaper rash as well, so I like to keep some on hand at all times. Little did I know that I was about to encounter a much larger diaper complication than rash!
As we looked for the right section, I noticed a strange smell, but just thought it must be the store. (first mistake) By the time we found the right aisle we had passed a bunch of baby toys and gear, and Jacob was trying to climb out of the stroller to reach all of it. So, I decided to take him out while I got the Triple Paste (second mistake). As soon as I put my arm under his bum I realized we had a major problem on our hands (and everywhere else for that matter). Diarrhea! This is our first case, thank goodness.
So, I went into disaster relief mode. On our quick trip to the bathroom, I picked up a new outfit (for Jacob) from the clearance rack, a pack of wipes (in case the diaper bag didn't have enough), and several empty target bags for the goodies I had to bring home.
After unknowingly leaving my credit card at the register, we made it into the bathroom. My single focus was to get to the changing table, so when I noticed an older woman sitting in a stall with the door wide open I didn't think much of it. All I remember is a pink flower outfit, knee highs, and two wads of toilet paper. However, she didn't seem to be as comfortable with us being there, so she said, "Close my door please." At this point I had Jacob in my arms and quite a mess to deal with. So, I quickly walked to her stall and closed the door. As I walked away I heard her say, "Hold it closed please." (almost my third mistake) I didn't even take the time to explain to her why I would not be holding the door for her. I just looked away, and headed for the changing table.
I used my foot to push the garbage can as close as I could get it, and the clean-up began. Needless to say Jacob was not very happy or comfortable, but we survived. As our friend left the restroom she stopped by the changing table to say, "oh, poor baby!" I thought, "What about poor mommy!"
So Jacob got some new clothes out of the ordeal, and I even got my credit card back.
We spent the rest of the day doing loads of laundry, changing lots of diapers, searching the Internet for good diarrhea diets, calling the pediatrician, and hoping Dad was coming home soon!
All in all, we survived, and as my mom said, "Some days bed time is a bigger relief than others!" He has been asleep for several hours with no "incident", so we are hoping for a calm night. What an adventure! I think we will be staying home tomorrow, just in case.
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6 comments:
Yuck! I had to babysit my niece once when she had the case of the runs. It was not a fun experience. I'm glad you survived. And my favorite part of this whole story is the woman in the bathroom who wanted you to hold her door closed when you had a child to attend to. People are bizarre.
Oh man! Sounds like Kierscha for the past week. The worst is when you get them out of bed and it's all over. Yucka!
I laughed so hard! Especially about the old woman asking you to hold her door closed for her! I can just imagine, as of course, I have lived it. Only our episode was on a PLANE to Spain, coming out BOTH ends. Gotta laugh though, relish the adventure!! (Better said, the memory of it) You're an AWESOME mom by the way!! Way to tackle the problem PREPARED. Ha!
this is so classic! being a mom is like a test in preparedness at any given moment. way to kick into action and contain the explosion! i loved the old lady, so funny.
Nice! Im glad you survived.
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