No matter how careful you are, there’s always the possibility of a diaper blowout. When this happens, there is nothing you can do other than suck it up and sanitize the situation. It doesn’t pay to get frustrated or upset.
My worst diaper blowout incident came while on an airplane. During takeoff, my child, who shall remain nameless, clearly was developing a code red emergency, but we couldn’t get out of our seats because the plane was still taking off. As soon as I could, I rushed to the plane bathroom, WELL before the fasten seatbelt light was turned off, ’cause I’m wild like that. It was a tiny bathroom, just large enough for one person to stand in. They didn’t have a changing table, so I had to place the child next to me and bend over at the waist at an awkward angle. I was trying to take off the clothes, which were decimated, without getting poop all over myself. The airplane was wobbling and it was difficult to balance. Oh yeah, and baby was screaming. Good times.
No matter how bad that situation might have been, I know my wife has had to deal with even more devastating attacks. It’s just a fact, they’re gonna happen. You just have to take a deep breath, acknowledge the fact that, yes, you have to clean feces off another person, and move on.
Sometimes things are so bad, and maybe the accident happens to some clothes that are close to retirement anyway, and you just end up throwing them out. It happens.
I wouldn’t, by the way, actually burn the poopy clothes, like I say in the cartoon. That’s more a cartoon figure of speech.
P.S. Thanks for the reminder, Jeni.