Remember when I got to change Caleb's diaper for the first time? He was two days old. It was poopy!
(Beware: this is not edited. You will see a baby's bum. No biggie, right?)
Isn't his cry the most heartbreaking thing you've ever heard?
The nurse said not to lift his legs too high, because in a baby that small it could make the blood rush to his head and cause brain damage. Scary, huh?!
Can you believe that I actually liked changing his diaper back then? Two and a half years and hundreds of poopy diapers later I'm a little burned out from the diaper-changing thing. There should be a quota for the maximum number of poopy diapers a mom can change in one day. Five...six...that's just too many.
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