The morning started bright and early with Belle rising with the sun's first rays. A quick feed, diaper change and pass off to dad allowed me to take a nice hot shower before the four hour drive to Rio. We left the house on time and diaper bag packed for the day. Shortly after the drive began Belle fell asleep, yeah for morning nap, and awoke mid way to feed and bathroom break for all. By the time we got to Rio the day was half way over.
Feeling confident that the day started out well we stopped by Nate's office to show off Belle and say hi to everyone. Why should I have brought the diaper bag in for such a short amount of time? We only planned on walking in and out. Lesson be learned. The moment you are without diapers and wipes you will automatically need them. Why did we have to learn the hard way?
Close to the end of the showing off I passed Belle to Nate because she was getting so heavy. Immediately she begins to pass gas..... keeps going.... keeps going.... done? I laugh but then quickly realize that she might be having a blowout as we speak. I lift up the back of her nicely pressed pink flower dress to find number 2 literally bubbling out the diaper. With my cat like reflexes I cup my hand to catch the overflow. Yes, you heard correct. I cupped my hand to catch the overflow.
Shouting several inconceivable commands at Nate left him confused at the seriousness of the problem. Then, assuming he felt the wet on his hand, we moved like a potato sack team to the nearest empty room. Of course only after excusing ourselves from whom we were talking to. Once into the empty room I felt like NASA trying to figure out how to proceeded when placed with the impossible.
With her dress still held away from disaster and my hand cupped full of shit, Nate laid her on an empty desk while I placed a blanket beneath her. He then ran to the car to get the diaper bag while I patiently maintained her side lying position. A couple of people popped their heads in to check on us and thank God that the mess was turned away and all they could see was her cute little smile. I dry heaved a little at the site of the mess and tried not to think about my hand.
Once Nate arrived the surgery began. Quick methodical removal of the diaper and blanket involved teamwork good enough to win the Superbowl. Behold our clean child with dress still intact along with bloomers intact as well. Disaster averted!
We both laughed at what just happened and Belle joined in to which made it all worth it. We then looked at each other and decided that now would be a good time to leave and head off to her appointment!!
Can you believe it? Holy Belle :) The only casualty was the blanket but I could have cared less at that point. Nobody in the office even had a clue what was going on and the three of us walked out clean and happy!
I just know that this will be the first of many instances where things deviate from the plan. What great laughs and family memories life holds!
Tchau,
Sara
PS- later I will post about the doctors visit and all her vaccines.