60 minutes

Before I write this, I have to warn you if you don't think the topic of dirty diapers is very funny this isn't the post for you. Also, I will have to add this to the list of things to apologize to Adelyn for when she gets older.
On Tuesday, just a few hours before it was time for us to fly out we were having a leisure afternoon at my Dad's. I had just changed Addy's diaper and remarked how it had been 6 days since she had had a dirty diaper ("dirty" not "wet"). This started a whole conversation about how long is typical for a baby to go, if this was normal, etc. I wasn't too concerned since I knew of a few other babies who had gone up to a week or 10 days, but it was shocking to everyone else that she had gone that long. I was willing to wait a few more days before worrying.
Then just one hour before we needed to leave for the airport I was feeding Adelyn and could tell she was working on something. I exclaimed "Addy is finally pooping!" A few minutes later I realized she was leaking through her outfit onto me. I rushed downstairs to get her out of her clothes and diaper and couldn't believe what followed. Always the good father, Brian followed me down to give me a hand. He took off her pants and couldn't believe his eyes when he got to the diaper. It literally could not hold one more thing. She was leaking out on both sides of her legs, her back and her stomach. It was disgusting. We were paralyzed for second trying to figure out what to do. Then we jumped into action and it was like we were at the scene of a crime. Brian removed his shirt to prevent contamination and then requested the wipes, I quickly handed them over. Instantly it was clear the wipes were no match for this job. He needed towels. I ran upstairs and found some old towels and handed them over. After he used them we determined they needed to be thrown away immediately. We tackled the diaper but there was still a onesie on her that was beyond salvaging. With serious consideration Brian then asked for a scissor. I ran to get one. I knew we had no choice. Then very carefully, Brian removed the onesie by cutting it off. We knew trying to get it over her head would only lead to more complications. After removing all of her clothes and wiping her with wipes there was still evidence of the crime everywhere. She needed a bath. We folded her up on the changing pad and carried her upstairs to the kitchen sink. This baby was filthy from head to toe and needed some serious cleaning. Without missing a beat, Brian gave her a bath in the sink and cleaned her off as best he could. She didn't even protest, she knew it needed to be done.
When it was all said and done we were able to finish her feeding, get her in new clothes, get me in new clothes, finish packing up and still get out the door in time to get to the airport. The whole way there we just kept discussing what we would have done if she had just waited just one hour more and all of this happened somewhere other than my Dad's. Even the next day Brian and I kept shaking our heads asking "what would we have done if this had happened on the plane?" I shudder to even think about having to try and pull that off in an airplane bathroom. Thank God for those 60 minutes.