So yesterday morning I was in the church nursery with a whopping TWO infants and there was only ONE toddler (and we had 4 workers)! You’d think that since I had SEVEN infants the LAST time I was in the nursery, that I’d be in the clear. ‘Cuz NONE of those seven had a dirty or even a wet diaper during my hour with them. But Nope. Not at all. First, Eliana needed a diaper change – thankfully Lisa was around for that. Then Jayson brought in Ellie who needed a change – thankfully he changed her diaper (it’s his daughter, afterall). Then D’andrea (sp?) was SUPER STINKY. With only 5 minutes to go until church was over, we tried to wait it out. See, Megan and I had a deal. I DON’T DO DIAPERS. NOT AT ALL. NONE. So the deal was always this: I’ll work in the nursery at least 6 times a year, but there’d better be someone else to do diapers. Well, Cami (Megan’s 15-year old daughter) was working in the nursery with me. So we figured Laura on the toddler’s side would help (her elementary-school aged daughter was working with her), since she’s a mom of 4 afterall. Um. Oops. Nope. Laura doesn’t do diapers either. She did her own children, but doesn’t do other children. Hmmmm. Slight problem. Okay…. MAJOR problem b/c that little kid was STINKY to high heaven. We thought about flashing his mom’s number on the "nursery" board but none of us knew how to work it. FINALLY, CAMI stepped up to the plate. Yep. The 15-year old CHANGED THE STINKIEST DIAPER while I went into the "foyer" area between the two rooms b/c I was gagging so badly from the smell. Yes. I am a wuss. And no, I have NO IDEA what I’ll do when I have my own kids.
So that was my morning. Last night, I watched Henry for about 90 minutes (it was supposed to be two hours, but after about 30-minutes of fussing and crying, we were BOTH done and called his parents to come and get him early – which was okay). BUT I do need to share this:
NOT EVEN FIVE MINUTES after Tim & Carrilee dropped Henry off at our house, HE WAS STINKY. I was seriously hoping it was just some stinky toots. Afterall, Carrilee said that if he poops at night it’s more of an exception to the rule than the rule itself. But the stink wouldn’t go away. AND I CHANGED HIS DIRTY DIAPER. Yep. I did. And he WIGGLED and TWISTED and SQUIRMED all over the place to the point where Dave had to come and help me hold him down!! : ) But I did it. I changed a poopy diaper.
Hopefully it’ll be a LONG LONG time before I have to do that again!