The day after Christmas 2006 was one I'll never forget. Amy and I were on our way home from visiting family in Alabama and the tire on our Honda Accord had a blowout on I-20. It was a very scary experience, but some nice DOT workers came to our rescue by helping us put on the spare and giving us an escort to the nearby Wal-Mart tire center.
Easter Sunday (yesterday) we were once again traveling down I-20 on our way home from seeing family in Alabama when we had our second blowout. This time it wasn't the car. Perhaps the words Evan and diaper give you a good idea of the kind of blowout we experienced.
We had pulled over at a rest area for Amy to feed Evan when the floodgates opened. I knew from the sound of things that it was going to be ugly. You must understand that no one prepared me for the diapering part of parenthood. I love my boy, but changing a poopy diaper is just plain nasty to me (but, hey, somebody's gotta do it).
Amy has told me about previous diaper blowouts with our son, but this one took the prize. This one managed to soil his clothes and get all over his back and on his shoulders. Daddy had to do some scrubbing with the baby wipes to get it off his body. Fortunately, my sweet wife gave me the easy job! This incident alone made our recent SUV purchase worthwhile. The cargo area makes a great diaper-changing station. Imagine trying to take care of this type of diaper duty with baby in your lap in the back of our little Honda! I think I would have fainted.
Twenty minutes later, after going through several diapers, what seemed like a whole pack of baby wipes and several trips to the rest area garbage can, we were on our way. And just like our first blowout on I-20 back in 2006, it was scary, but the DOT workers didn't seem too willing to assist this time around.
John Bryant "John and Cleve In the Morning" on 88.3 WAFJ www.wafj.com
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Blowouts are hard to manage but what I found is even harder is getting caught in the middle of diaper changes. I have watched the changing table turn a different color and even found myself saying "where do I start with this mess".