When I say blowout, I am not referring to the beauty service that women get to have their hair blow dried and styled. Nope, I am referring to the hazmat situation that occurs in my daughter's diaper about every other day. I don't think I need to go into detail here, but I am talking about the big old poops that are so big and powerful they escape her diaper. Whoops, maybe that was too much detail!? :) (If my goal is to horrify my daughter when she is 16 with this post, than I think I am succeeding.)
So I have gotten used to these blowouts...especially when they happened multiple times a day. It was a ritual...find baby in crib, pick baby up, smell something funky, lay baby down on changing table, open diaper to find hazmat situation, remove diaper, remove soiled sleeper/onesie, wash hazmat situation off of baby's back and bum, re-diaper (not a word, but I like it), and put in clean sleeper/onesie. I can't tell you how much poop I have cleaned off not only my daughter, but her clothes, sheets and changing table covers too.
You know your life has changed significantly when you spend time thinking of ways to prevent these hazmat situations. So, one day, I was feeding my precious daughter...thinking of what I could do to possibly save some money on laundry detergent and soap...when I had my aha moment. Ironically, at about the same time, my daughter had a blowout. Perfect timing! I could try my new technique! What did I do? Well, without grabbing her bum, I unsnapped her onesie and pulled it up to her armpits. I picked her up and took her over to the changing table, sat her up and stuffed a paper towel down the back of her diaper...then laid her down. I crossed my fingers and what do you know!? It worked! Woo hoo! Hazmat situation avoided. Yes, there was still a ton of poop, but it wasn't all up her back! Success!
So, there you have it. Ladies and gentlemen, if your little one creates similar hazmat situations, give the paper towel trick a try. It may not prevent the blowout, but at least it will prevent what we lovingly call at my house the "up-the-back blowout!" Good luck!
"When I say blowout, I am not referring to the beauty service that women get to have their hair blow dried and styled. Nope, I am referring to the hazmat situation that occurs in my daughter's diaper about every other day. I don't think I need to go into detail here, but I am talking about the big old poops that are so big and powerful they escape her diaper. Whoops, maybe that was too much detail!? :) (If my goal is to horrify my daughter when she is 16 with this post, than I think I am succeeding.)" saved as .pdf for future use.
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