"Is this normal?" This is something I hear from Kev frequently...in reference to our little girl's explosive bowels. That's right...we still battle blowout diapers, like 3 out of every 4 poopy diapers. We have tried every brand of diapers we can think of and finally settled on 7th Generation because they seemed to work semi-okay. She's wearing size 3s which should fit (she's still in the weight range). We change her diapers frequently, but all of our efforts are to no avail.
For those who do not have kids, blowout diapers are really a pain, as I'm sure you can imagine. Of course they most frequently at the most inopportune time, like as we're walking out the door. Last Saturday, she had a huge blowout in her car seat on the way back from Ft. Worth (Kev's sister's wedding). It was a pretty fun task to change her diaper in the back seat when poop is everywhere. Then on Sunday, she had a blowout diaper while we were shopping (got all over Kev's shirt).
I have two saving graces. First, even when there is poop everywhere, seeing her smile at me with her cute face makes it all okay. Second, Kev has officially become our poop stain expert, and I'm very thankful he takes the time to scrub her clothes and immediately throw them in the laundry. So for all you moms out there, any suggestions? I feel like if it just happened occasionally I wouldn't mind, but it feels like it happens constantly.
My other rambling thought I have is I realized this past weekend I have a love/hate relationship for Miss Elliott's schedule. Yes, I love the fact that she goes to sleep promptly when we lay her down for her naps and she sleeps great at night, but I hate the fact that she will rarely sleep anywhere other than her crib (like even in our arms). This is especially inconvenient when we're out of pocket (like at the wedding this past weekend). Kev officiated (he did an awesome job) and I was a bridesmaid. His aunts graciously agreed to hold her during the ceremony then she cried off and on throughout the whole thing. Lovely. The wedding felt like an eternity. Poor girl was tired, but of course was desperately fighting sleep since she wasn't in a quite, dark place. I'm not sure what to do to remedy this at this point in her life. Thoughts?