So there I am, 4:30am, lil man is starting to chirp. It's been close to 4 hrs since last feed, G asleep beside me, time to kick into gear. Dash to the kitchen, prepare a bottle, back to pick up Caden before he starts to wail. Little man doesn't pass the sniff test, so we're off to the changing area. Plop him down, hit the rain forest peek-a-boo cribside soother. Dismantle blanket wrap and clothing. Remove diaper, one hand on the feet, the other wiping at will. Now the parent of any boy will understand the anxiety of this dance. Sure, one can buy a squirt lid, but let's be honest...a burping blanket will do just fine. Yet in my early morning haste, I simply dismantled and cleaned lil man.
Due to the recent procedure, I need to apply a spot of petroleum jelly to the front side of diaper, prior to lock down. Within the changing crib, I have diaper, no jelly, no squirt lid. Navigate the 12 feet to the burping blanket stash and turn back to the crib to cover up. I check for signs of release...body and crib appear dry. Squirting disaster avoided, I take time to properly apply jelly and begin diaper installation. Just as I'm checking my diaper install for potential leakage, it dawns on me. Why are my socks wet. A proud papa, standing in a pool o' piddle.
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