Or How To Clean Urine Off An Antique Camel-Back Chesterfield
Today marked the first time I was alone with Adam for a significant amount of time, from 6:45 a.m. to 1:00 p.m. as Thomas went to work (he is still taking his Sunday services, but didn’t do weekday office hours last week nor will he this week). I was nervous because Thomas has been wonderful – feeding me, washing dishes, changing almost all the dirty diapers, grocery shopping, snuggling a fussy baby…
We did well, considering I’m getting increasingly weepy (not sad, just overwhelmed with happiness to the point of being a hormonal sap). Until 10:00. Oh, dear.
Adam woke up with a wet diaper. I changed him. We prepared to nurse. Then he loaded up his diapers big time and began howling. I changed him again. And in the split second between diapers, there was an unfortunate incident involving urine, his clothes, his face and our chesterfield. So many questions to be asked and lessons learned: why are we changing him on this surface? we know this happens – why aren’t we using a facecloth during crucial diapering maneuvers? how do you clean urine off an antique camel-back chesterfield?