A room is not perfectly baby-proofed when there is a dirty diaper pail in it.
Learned the hard way.
I made sure all of the outlets where plugged, all cords tucked away from little hands, all objects not meant for baby fully out of reach, an array of interesting toys spread out, and a sturdy gate at the door. And into the shower I hopped, baby monitor on, enjoying my shower and listening to Tanner babble away.
Out of the shower I hopped, upstairs to check on Tanner and get dressed....
And there he was..... I just recently heard the expression "shit eating grin", and that's just the grin Tanner gave me. Hands, floor, and pajamas covered in poop, dirty disposable diapers strewn about. With a big
ol' smile and a shit covered wave to mama. OH. MY. WORD.
Haha!
Laugh, That's all I could do while doing a quick wipe down of Tanner and the floor before carefully carrying him down to the tub for a major scrub down. Thankfully he was entertained enough squishing poop between his fingers and it didn't appear to make its way to his mouth, which is nearly a miracle for a 9 month old baby.
I laughed for a number of reasons. Firstly, the mere fact that I had really thought I did a good job at baby proofing his room. I had two
successful days at showering while he played in his room. Obviously that success ended at day three. Secondly, I clearly recall ten years ago when I had a short lived stint as a nurse's aide in a convalescent home on the dementia unit, thinking to myself when I quit that would be the last time I cleaned up a shit smeared person, walls, and bed. Obviously I had no plans at the time of having children. Thirdly, that babies are so clever. I cloth diaper during the daytime and use disposables at night. So I have two diaper pails, one that holds poop and disposable diapers, and the other that holds the slightly cleaner cloth diapers (cleaner in the sense that I knock off the poop into the other diaper pail before putting the cloth diaper into its pail). Tanner was clever enough to know which pail had the fun squishy stuff. And lastly, really, what else can you do but laugh? I guess if I was Pat I would have freaked out and thrown up, but that just makes a bigger mess. It was quite comical looking anyways.