Worst Diaper Ever

This is a little story about a bad diaper Dylan had. You don't have to read if you don't want to.

Over the weekend, Dylan wasn't feeling very well. He kind of had a case of diarrhea. Pretty bad. We had to change his diaper a ton of times on Friday, and by the end he was in so much pain he was turning himself upside down while we were wiping him. He wasn't doing so well.

Saturday morning, I got a really rude awakening. Dylan smelled some kind of bad, and his pajamas looked like he had spilled something on himself. So, I go to unzip his pajamas to change him, and WOAH!!!! He had a movement during the morning, and he was sleeping on his belly. Somehow, the poo barely touched his diaper and spread upward, up his chest clear up to his armpits. The poor guy was just covered in poo.

I tried to do my best to breathe through my mouth and avoid smelling this. (It was some kind of bad.) I tried wiping him down with baby wipes, but after five had barely made a dent in the situation, I threw him in the tub. I washed him up really good. Andi kept saying that she wanted to get into the tub too, but I kept telling her that she certainly did not.

Oh, he also threw up on me Sunday morning. I think he's doing better though.

Why do I mention this? Because I want to share my joy with others. This should also be a great pro-birth control example for my brother-in-law who is getting married in November.