I sniff the air. “I think someone needs a diaper change.”
Scooping up my baby, I head toward the change pad. The change pad is on the floor to protect my wiggly baby from falls.
Along the way, I fetch a toy – a purple rubbery block. Maybe that will serve to keep my baby entertained while I change her diaper.
I place her on the change pad. Immediately the battle begins. She cries and wriggles and tries to roll away.
I show her the purple block and hold it for her to bite. She turns her head away and cries harder.
Pulling out a clean diaper, I hold it for her to see.
“Look. It’s a diaper. I’m going to change your diaper.”
Her crying slows and she reaches for the diaper.
I give it to her.
The cartoon faces printed on the diaper capture her attention.
Seizing the opportunity, I pull off her soiled diaper and grab a wipe.
“Who do you see on your diaper? Do you see Cookie Monster and Big Bird?”
I toss the soiled diaper in the garbage and reach for the clean one in her hands.
“Time to put your diaper on.”
I tug at the one in her hands. She clings tighter.
I pull harder. She loses grip and begins to cry.
I hand the diaper back to her. She calms.
I sigh. “It’s not enough to just look at your diaper. You have to wear it.”
Thankfully I have a pile of clean diapers within reach. I grab another one and put it on her.