Nursery Doodie

So, Jason and I both had nursery duty on Sunday, but I had nursery doodie on Sunday. I don't know how it happened. There were definitely two other people in there who more experienced with babies and diapers than I was.

The first time went down like this: Jason playing nicely with all the little boys looks over to me and says "Lindsey, I think I smell somethng. Will YOU take him and check his diaper?" so after coaxing him away from the trains, I took him into the bathroom, and sure enough, poop bomb #1 in a CLOTH DIAPER! Now, I know you're supposed to be able to just take those things off, put the poopy in the toilet, flush, and replace baby's bottom with a clean one. But 1. the changing table is clear across the room from the bathroom. There is no way I could do all that smoothly or cleanly all in one place. 2. this was not a poopy that would just roll right out of the cloth diaper into the toilet. It was settled and smeared quite nicely into the cloth and was not going anywhere without me sticking my whole hand and the entire diaper into the toilet. And there is no washer machine to throw it into afterwards. So what did I do? I changed the kid into a new diaper and put the cloth one - poopy on the inside, but dry on the outside - into a plastic bag and handed it to the mom when she came to pick him up.

Nursery Doodie #2: This sweet mom asked me to ask her little girl if she need to go potty about 30 minutes into nursery, which I did. But what little kid would go to the potty when she could play with plastic food in a big plastic kitchen instead? So then it came again... that smell. So i FINALLY convinced the sweet little girl to come to the bathroom with me. She is pretty potty trained, but thank goodness the smart mother had put a diaper on her anyway. Not that it did tons of good. By the time I got to her, it had already leaked out of the diaper into her tights. SICK. I knew I had to take her tights off, but there was no way I could get her shoes off, tights off, diaper off, wipe her buns clean - all while holding her dress up so it doesn't get poopy too. Once again, if the changing table were closer to the bathroom, I could have laid her down, but it was too late for that. So I called Jason over to help. Somehow, I don't know how, in all the chaos, I got a little smear of poop on my FINGER. I started to panic, which makes sweet little girl look up at me and start to cry. It was awful. but I was able to get the dirty diaper in the trash, the clean diaper on the baby's bottom, and the tights... you guessed it. into a plastic bag that i handed to the mom when she came to pick her up.

Wouldn't you know that I was also teaching 2-year olds in Sunday School that same morning. Sunday School hour begins with all kids of all ages singing songs together. Just when I thought I was in the clear, one of the Sunday School coordinators comes up behind me and whispers in my ear "Do you feel comfortable changing diapers? Little Johnny has a poopy." And so Little Johnny and I went, crying all the way down the hall, back to the changing table that is no where near the bathroom.

That was my morning of nursery doodie.