Blow out

A few weeks ago...

Baby Daddy: Your bag is so big. You don't need to carry around all that stuff. We don't need a change of clothes and so many diapers.

Today...

We're in line at Baby Gap for a return. I hear one of those sounds coming from the stroller that you know is going to be liquidy and messy. The 3 people in line behind me all turn their heads and I pretend not to notice. I casually look down at the car seat.

Holy crap. (Literally.)

There's poop oozing out the sizes of the baby and the newborn insert. His face is starting to turn red and he's huffing and puffing. I look over at the cashier as he fumbles with the register. Hurry up! As I wait, I realiz the family washroom is a pretty far walk from Baby Gap. As soon as the cashier was done, I turn the stroller around, hit a few racks on the way out, and run my ass out the door to the washroom.

When we get to the changing station, I pull out all my extra wipes, burp clothes, and grab some paper towels from the sink. I had to be prepared with anything I could find to get this mess cleaned. After 3 wipes, 2 burp cloths, 4 paper towels, and a change of clothes, he's cleaned up. As we walk back through the mall, I start to worry what would happen if he had another blow out before we even make it back home. Later on, as I put him back in the car to head home, I hear a liquidy sound.

And that story is why I keep so much stuff in my bag, thankyouverymuch.