That's it. That's the post. I don't know what I was expecting but it was worse. My wife is laughing at me. Why didn't anyone tell me about the color? Do I need to see a doctor? Just kidding but also not really.
Welcome to the club my friend. Nothing prepares you for that first blowout diaper. My advice: baby wipes are your friend, change of clothes within arm's reach always, and laugh about it because your wife definitely will be.
The laugh from your wife is the best part of this whole story. Once you survive a few of these it becomes no big deal. You got this.
Haha yeah that first one is something else. The smell, the texture, the sheer volume of it all. Your wife is laughing because she's been through this already probably. Buckle up because this is like 20 times a day for a while.
This is hilarious and horrifying all at once. Does get easier though. The real test is when they're sick and it comes out of nowhere. Nothing prepares you for that.
Welcome to fatherhood my friend. That first poopy diaper is a rite of passage. Protip: always have a changing pad, wipes within arm's reach, and maybe a strong stomach. It gets easier I promise.
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Ha! Wait until it shoots up their back and somehow into their hair. You think you're ready but you're not. At least you made it to the poopy diaper phase - that means things are working right!