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Tuesday, June 7, 2011

eventful car ride home

Today I decided to go back to Wichita because I am exhausted and could use the help. So, Evie and I packed up our things (okay, I did) and started on our merry way. Evie usually does really well in the car. She'll fall asleep and stay that way the whole time. Imagine my surprise when an hour into the drive she wakes up screaming and crying so hard that her face is red and real tears are on her cheeks. Heart breaking. So I pull over to see what is going on. I begin to take her out of her car seat and accidentally bump her head on the car seat handle and she starts crying even harder. So sad. I started cuddling her to try and make her feel better and apologized over and over again as she bawled into my chest, and then it happened. All the sudden I felt wet and I look down to see what was going on because I don't usually just feel wet for no reason. I can't even remember the last time I wet my pants. Lo and behold, my little girl had peed all over me. Somehow it had gone up and over her diaper and onto my shirt, but it also went down her leg and onto my pants. Pretty impressive actually because you would think gravity would keep it from traveling up and over, but my baby is Houdini. I immediately grab my diaper bag and begin to change her diaper in my lap in the back of my car. What else could I do? Little miss has left me yet another present because she loves me so much. Come to find out Evie had pooped through her diaper and all of her clothes. No wonder the pee had no where to go. There was poop everywhere. (if you're getting uncomfortable because of all the potty talk, I apologize. please stop reading) I went through all the wipes in my diaper case and tried to clean her up as best I could, but she had somehow managed to get it on her tummy, back, legs and arms. Seriously, she's magic. After I got her somewhat clean, I had to decide what to do with that epic diaper. There was no trash can in sight and I couldn't very well leave it in the car because it's an incredibly poopy diaper that would just get my car poopy too. So, I am ashamed to admit, I left it on the side of the road. I in no way encourage littering and I never litter, ever, but what else could I do? Sorry world, but I had no choice. By this point little girl had stopped crying a little, but she was still very upset so I went ahead and fed her. In the back of my car. On the side of the road. Yeah, I'm that awesome. After she was changed and fed she seemed to be much happier so i turned my attention to me. After this ordeal I was covered in pee and poop. Really, really gross. I unzipped my suitcase as much as I could and grabbed the first things I found, which happened to be my pink sweats and black tank, and that folks is what I have been wearing since. Yes, it was immodest and yes, it wasn't matching or at all flattering, but it was clean. Sue me. Needless to say, that was the most eventful car ride of my life. And the most disgusting. I've been cuddling with her since we got to my parents house because I still feel so bad that she had to go through that. You would never think that going to the bathroom would be traumatic, but when you're 2 months old it sure seems to be.


  1. Oh man, baby diapers are the worst. I was always so impressed with how much could get covered in nastiness. But, it was entertaining to read about. Helps to remind myself that another one right now might not be what I need...I still want a girl though :)

  2. Don't feel bad! I don't know any mom that hasn't had a good many diaper explosions.

  3. I've totally been there. Gideon does this thing where he doesn't poop while we're traveling, then he'll poop a whole ton when we get home. Your poor baby girl!

  4. I know it wasn't funny at the time, but I laughed really hard reading this. You are WOMAN!!!!

    And the reason it's so funny is because I've been there.


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