I never saw that before and I never want to see it again, but I was going to see it again. It was kind of what I had signed up for, wasn't it? I mean, I had agreed to be a babysitter and it's not like changing a diaper was really anything out of the ordinary for that job. But staring at poop and then watching a spray of pee coming straight at your eye is not a sight you're ever going to relish, no matter how much you love your best friend's kid.
Sure, it was nice that you were giving her and her wife a night off so that they could go be just a couple again. And sure, their son was one of the cutest babies I had ever seen, but that didn't make his poop or pee any cuter. Fighting my gag reflex was a bigger struggle than I imagined, but I got little Rob changed. Although, this hadn't fixed his fussiness. He was fussy cause his diaper was dirty and, after seeing its contents I can't really blame him, but now that his diaper was changed, he was still fussy.
Maybe he can tell that I need a change? Perhaps I was just using it as an excuse, but I put him in his crib as I went to change out of my pee-soaked shirt and clean my face off. I hadn't brought a change of clothes, but I knew Darren's moms wouldn't mind me grabbing one of their shirts. Besides, I hoped, maybe me smelling more like them would help calm Rob down. I quickly grabbed one of Cat's pajama shirts and threw mine in their laundry (oh they owed me this now).
Strolling back into Rob's room I found him still fussing. I carefully picked him and cooed to him, rocking him back and forth. The shirt change had seemed to calm him, but perhaps this was also because not being covered in pee had calmed me down a fair bit. Too quickly though, his calm passed and he was fussing again.
With a feeling of trepidation, I smelled his diaper.
"How did you do this again? I just changed you."
I swear his fussing went away for a moment so he could smirk at me. This time when I changed him, I was careful to cover him with an extra cloth so I wouldn't get yet another shirt stained in unmentionables. Even though I hadn't wanted to see the inside of a diaper again, especially this quickly, I guess you do what you have to for love.
The second diaper change did seem to fix his fussing and I spent the rest of the evening cuddling Rob and reading to him and playing with him.
(Prompt by Lisa McInerney)
Sure, it was nice that you were giving her and her wife a night off so that they could go be just a couple again. And sure, their son was one of the cutest babies I had ever seen, but that didn't make his poop or pee any cuter. Fighting my gag reflex was a bigger struggle than I imagined, but I got little Rob changed. Although, this hadn't fixed his fussiness. He was fussy cause his diaper was dirty and, after seeing its contents I can't really blame him, but now that his diaper was changed, he was still fussy.
Maybe he can tell that I need a change? Perhaps I was just using it as an excuse, but I put him in his crib as I went to change out of my pee-soaked shirt and clean my face off. I hadn't brought a change of clothes, but I knew Darren's moms wouldn't mind me grabbing one of their shirts. Besides, I hoped, maybe me smelling more like them would help calm Rob down. I quickly grabbed one of Cat's pajama shirts and threw mine in their laundry (oh they owed me this now).
Strolling back into Rob's room I found him still fussing. I carefully picked him and cooed to him, rocking him back and forth. The shirt change had seemed to calm him, but perhaps this was also because not being covered in pee had calmed me down a fair bit. Too quickly though, his calm passed and he was fussing again.
With a feeling of trepidation, I smelled his diaper.
"How did you do this again? I just changed you."
I swear his fussing went away for a moment so he could smirk at me. This time when I changed him, I was careful to cover him with an extra cloth so I wouldn't get yet another shirt stained in unmentionables. Even though I hadn't wanted to see the inside of a diaper again, especially this quickly, I guess you do what you have to for love.
The second diaper change did seem to fix his fussing and I spent the rest of the evening cuddling Rob and reading to him and playing with him.
(Prompt by Lisa McInerney)
Comments
Post a Comment