So, our little darling Boo has become an escape artist when it comes to her diapers. Apparently, she's not always willing to wake us up when her diaper gets dirty, so she's decided in the past few days to remove the offending item completely.
This would be fine but for two items. Item 1: The diaper in question last night was poopy. Item 2: The baby in question then slept for 2 hours with it, and sleep-crawls...
So, at 1:45 this morning Fred went in to feed and change her... And let out a "Holy Christ!"... I knew this couldn't be good, so I got out of bed to help, and found him vigorously scrubbing her down with baby wipes.
"She's covered in dried crap! Dammit! Looks like she's been out of her diaper a good 2 hours."
I looked in her crib and found the offending item, squished flat by a rambunctious baby butt and looking rather forlorne in the midst of the crib. It was in the middle of an ocean of pee, which had apparently been provided post-removal...
"Right," I said. "I'll take care of the crib, you take care of the baby."
"Grunt," came the non-committal reply, along with several epithets as he attempted to hold a now-happy, wiggly baby (munching on her bottle while kicking legs in apparent appreciation for all of daddy's hard work) in place whilst still scrubbing her down. There was some muttering of hoses at one point...
I got the crib stripped of sopping bedclothes, and after removing sodden blankies, sheets and mattress pads, had the crib re-made with a new sheet and blankets.
Fred went to lay her down and I stopped him mid-lay: "No - new rule... Diaper cover before we lay her down to sleep."
"It won't stop her," Fred said, sleepy disguist and annoyance in his voice.
"No - but it will slow her down enough to let us get there first - I hope..."
A tired nod of acceptance, and I trundled her into a diaper cover.
We turned on her turtle (it's a music box with a light show and wiggly, dancing fishes in the belly), laid her down, turned off the light, and laid back in bed with a thankful sigh that at least she hadn't found out about finger painting...
~M
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When Angst got old enough to figure out how to get her diaper off, I soon learned that putting the diapers on backward helped prevent her from reaching the tabs. When a few weeks later she figured out that trick, duct tape (all the way around the waist, not just over the tabs) was a solution she never overcame until potty-training time. :-)
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