I love creeping into your room in the morning to wake you for the baby day. This morning I opened the door and was hit with a wall of poop smell.
Oh no.
What awaits me in the diaper?
I pick you up and we snuggle in poop smell while you drink your morning bottle. The anticipation killing me...or burning my nostrils.
Morning drink done and right away it's to the change table we go.
And there you have it.
Diaper exploded. Poop out the sides. Those pjs...done.
And so much.
Did you poop all night long?
It was a 10 wipe bum.
Then off to daycare for Declan and then off to work for me.
I'm pretty sure I could still smell poop when I got to work. I'm pretty sure there was poop on me.
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