Daiper Duties

As Beth is the only one able to feed Edward right now, I have taken on the mantle of Principal Gentleman of the Privy Chamber, Steward of the Palace of Poop, and Prime Daipermaister.

With the change from colostrum to full milk, Ed's excretions have gone from Myconeum (black & stick, all the stuff he swallowed in the womb), in the first two days, to runny green with white curds, to watery mustardy yellow with curds. Our birth and hospital classes provided picture charts to reassure new parents that this is perfectly normal. What fun.

Daiper time is thus Dad-and-Son time, though I permitted Beth to do one change yesterday so she could see his progress. We have the Jack-and-Jill bathroom set up as the Privy Chamber, changing mat on the tiled counter between two wash basins. The right one holds a plastic bag ready to receive dirty nappies, the other is free for handwashing as required. A bonus we had not expected is that Edward is fascinated by the baby in the mirror to his left, so between that and my white-noise machine ( a radio playing static) I have achieved changes with no crying. I also have a hot air fan in there for night time changes (especially the much hated 2-3am one) to keep the little chap warm. It is very handy havign two upstairs bathrooms so we can use one for Edward and have the other for ourselves.

Peeing is also frequent, reassuring us that Ed is well hydrated. He's managed a couple of impromptu performances that required changing mat changing (thanks Chris & Mo for the duplicate covers), but as Emily suggested in a previous comment, I'm getting used to the practise of draping a cloth over his gentleman's parts to at least re-direct his squirts, if not catch them in full.

Ed's best performance so far was during Coleen's last visit. He needs to be weighed naked, and during the fifteen seconds it took to get him to the changing room for a fresh daiper, he pooped down my t-shirt, jeans, the Jack-and-Jill counter front and top, my right shoe and the changing room floor, and then as I was assessing the damage, followed it up with a squirt that almost got himself in the eye.

That one caused much hilarity and a complete change of clothes, and later another sponge bath for Ted.