Promptly at 6:30a this morning, my wife comes to me and says, “Can you go and change the diaper?” I get up right away, mainly because I know she must have had another light-sleep night, and also I know it’s my job to change the diaper. Little did I know, a simple job turns into a 5-piece laundry.
We put on the diaper in the right position, not too tight or too loose. The thing is, she moves quite a bit in her sleep, and that actually moves the diaper down. So when she goes, so does the poop… no, that is not something I want first thing I wake up in the morning, but that will probably become a very common sight for the next few months. She is still a bundle of joy.