Friday morning, when little man got up, we went through our normal morning routine. We ate breakfast, made coffee and let the dog out. We fed the dog, watered the flowers and went upstairs to get ready for the day. I walked into his bedroom to change his diaper, thinking that I had a whole box of diapers in the closet. Only…they weren’t there. Mama was clearly out of her mind last night. I went to the diaper bag. Nothing. And then a stroke of genius hit me: I’ll just put him in a swim diaper!
So it was decided. Swim diapers would be his undies of choice until we went to Target after our walk with our friends, Jenna and Lilah. So two swim diapers into our day we met up with Jenna and Lilah. We had a lovely Friday morning walk. We got back to our cars. I started to unload my child. And he was SOPPING WET. I’m not talking about it felt like he dripped some of his sippy cup down the side of the stroller. I’m talking dunked in a tank of water soaking wet. And the stroller felt the same way. I knew in an instant: mommy MIGHT have put the swim diaper on backwards. I can never quite figure those things out.
So we rushed to Target, which was on our way home, to pick up some real diapers. I came in the house, stripped my child and immediately ran him a bath. Because a stinky (and sticky) baby is definitely not a fun baby. Diapered him up, threw on some new clothes and he was good to go. Until I realized, something still smelled. IT WAS ME. There was baby pee straight down my shirt from putting him in and out of the car. SWEET. So then I cleaned myself up, walked out to the garage (where my hubby was working for the day) and pulled out the stroller.
“Your car smells like pee,” he told me. I opened the door. It did. It smelled like a giant litter box. It was totally gross. So we unloaded the stroller and tried to take it apart. Apparently, the stroller I pined after my whole pregnancy actually has a flaw: you can’t take the fabric off of the frame without a heckuva lot of tools. So, much to my hubby’s dismay, I just washed it in the front yard. A little Dawn dishsoap, a little spray with the hose and viola! The stinky seat disappeared.
Lucky for us, the car seat actually DID come apart, meaning all of the pieces could just be thrown into the washing machine. But with all that being said, I don’t think that I’ll ever substitute out a swim diaper for a regular diaper again. So much for my brilliant plan.
Tell me in the comments: what was YOUR big diaper mishap?