After a week of being spoiled with disposable diapers I have realized that the time has come to finally break out the good ole' cloth diapers. Luckily, the last remaining portion of Levy's umbilical cord fell off during the night so I don't have to take precautions to avoid it.
My first try at putting on the cloth diaper went relatively well and after only a few small adjustments it was securely on and ready to go. Then came the waiting game, which didn't last long. As soon as I knew he was done doing his business we took a trip to the changing table to switch out diapers.
I was expecting the present in the diaper, I was expecting to have a struggling baby to contend with, I was not expecting that same baby to decide he needed to pee a the precise moment I removed his diaper. After containing that flood I assessed the damage. My shirt, his clothes, the changing table, a stack of clean diapers and the floor had all been given a golden shower. Apparently he wasn't done! Round two got pee on his face, the other side of the changing table, and even more on me.
Notes to self:
1) Make sure to keep him covered at all times!
2) And a full pee and poo diaper doesn't mean he is done.
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