We have to put the baby in sunlight at least three times a day, ten minutes each time, as naked as possible. That hasn’t happened, but it is improving. I’m not really allowed to do it myself, but also am not really capable still, so it falls to others. Nonetheless, she has been getting some sun, even though it’s less than prescribed.
That being said, my mom pointed out that the baby was starting to get diaper tan lines. So, today, I took off her diaper while I was sitting with her outside. I had intended to hold the diaper under her while holding her. However, when I opened up the diaper, it was already full of urine.
So, I nixed the idea of the diaper. My husband was stressing out trying to get ready to leave, so I didn’t want to ask him for anything else. (Remember that I can’t really get around yet on my own.)
Suffice it to say that, we were sitting there and chilling, and then I had a feeling. I shoved myself forward in the chair enough to have her bum hanging off the chair. Sure enough, another ten seconds or so after that, I heard gurgling explosions and aww baby poo splashing onto the patio below us. She had another spurt a minute later, and then even rocket-launched a bit outward after that before peeing. It was gross and a bit of a disaster, but none got on me. Just a bit on the burp cloth. And all over the patio, of course.
My husband was very annoyed about it. I found it hilarious. The chickens poo all over the patio when they’re out and about – this seemed little different to me. Nonetheless, he got it all cleaned up after I went inside. Hopefully, he will forgive me soon, because it truly was hilarious.
The world got its revenge for him, though. The haaka fell off me later on, and a whole load of milk spilled all over my chair and my feet and the ground, and soaked into my underwear and everything. It was all wasted. I had to go shower. I cried. This, too, happened on the patio.
Post-a-day 2025
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