My newborn decided to detonate what I can only describe as a biological weapon at 6am while I was changing him. Went EVERYWHERE. Up the back, down the legs, somehow on the wall behind the changing table. I'm still not sure how physics allowed that. My wife walked in, took one look at me standing there covered in you know what, and just laughed and handed me the wipes. This is parenthood I guess.
Tuesday morning ambush. Classic newborn move. Just wait, these stories get funnier every time you tell them at dinner parties.
6am blowout is the worst time zone for this to happen. At least you were awake already? Cold comfort I know. The stories we'll tell someday right.
Biological weapon is the perfect description. I had one that went up the back, across the shoulder, and somehow into my beard. Still don't know how that physics worked.
Biological weapon is the perfect way to describe it. My oldest did something similar when she was that age and I was just standing there covered in everything wondering how something so small could cause so much damage.
On the bright side you're gonna look back at this and laugh. Well actually you'll laugh about it now too because what else can you do. Sleep deprivation makes everything funnier anyway.
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The 6am blowout hit hard. I had one of those at like 3am and I legitimately didn't know which end to start cleaning first. The outfit was destroyed, the crib was destroyed, I was destroyed. This is the newborn welcome nobody warns you about.