Last night we learned the importance of changing a baby's diaper before entering a vehicle. We were at my auntie and uncle's house last night and Nyla started to poop. "Oh Paul, we're only going a few blocks, so we'll just change her diaper when we get home."
Huge mistake.
We clicked Nyla into her car seat base, jumped in the front seats, and closed the door. Paul turned on the car, I turned up the radio, and just as we were about to go in reverse, the aroma of baby poo hit our noses. I felt like I was suffocating in baby poop. It was stifling, to the point that I was almost choking on her smelly diaper.
You know when you're in a carful of people and someone farts, the way everyone races to get their window down? That was us, just in my auntie's driveway. I can honestly say Paul was clamoring for the outdoor air. I had to keep my mouth closed because her smell was so pungent, I could almost taste it. Gross!
How can something so small produce something so SO heinous? We got home just in time, as her business started to creep out of her diaper right when we hit the changing table. Of course we couldn't go a diaper change without one of us getting baby poop on us; Paul was the big winner last night.
Oh Nyla, you silly girl. You teach mommy and daddy lessons everyday.
PS: Nyla has returned to her favorite pastime: barfing down my chest. Lovely.
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