Resourcefulness
Jaimie on Dec 12th 2007
When I took CJ to gymnastics this past week, I left the diaper bag in the car as I always do. The first class or two, I brought it in with me, but Alexa hasn’t done anything interesting in her diaper in public for months and months, and CJ never does, so I’ve been very diaper-bag-lax. Once CJ goes out on the floor I trek Alexa and I upstairs to watch from the balcony and have to bring all our stuff with us, so I try to limit the amount of stuff I have to carry as much as possible.
Well, of course, this strategy was bound to bite me eventually, and that day, it did. Right before CJ’s class was about to start, I hear the tell-tale sounds from Alexa that her diaper just got interesting, followed closely by a distinctly unpleasant smell. Once CJ went out on the floor, I trekked Alexa out to the car to rescue the diaper bag, and brought her into the restroom to deal with the damage.
Well, the diaper bag was pathetic at best. I did find a diaper for her - a size 4, and she has been in 5s for at least a month - and a shirt a size too small. No pants. And… no wipes.
I hadn’t yet assessed the diaper damage so I didn’t know if the no pants would be an issue, but I could already guarantee the no wipes would be a problem.
I looked around the restroom, and grabbed a bunch of towels, wet them, rung them out, and spread them out on the edge of the changing table. I’ll say one good thing about the gymnastics studio - for some reason, they have a great changing table in the women’s restroom. Padding and rails and everything. I then grabbed a handful of kleenex and laid them out for drying off purposes. Then I stripped Alexa down and found out the pants were unscathed, but the onesie… not so lucky.
I changed her diaper, and the wet towels worked passably and the tissues did a good job of drying her off. But the new shirt in the diaper bag wouldn’t go over her head. I tried and tried but no dice. So I washed off what I could of the old shirt and stuck it back on her. There’s only so much I can do. I dressed her the rest of the way and off we went, almost as good as new.
I still need to restock that diaper bag.
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Oh, have I ever been there before! With the first, my diaper bag was always perfectly stocked for getting stuck in any scenario for a week, at least. With the third, we drove an hour to go somewhere as a family for the entire day, and I realized that I had not a single diaper with me. And, of course, we needed one. And wipes. And diaper cream. And fresh clothes.