I sometimes wish there was a “keep calm and carry on-course” to mentally be prepared for certain situations when it comes to changing nappies. For example, how do you best deal with ill-timed situations where there are no changing facilities, you have used up the last wipe and forgotten the spare set of clothes at home? Even at home it can be a challenge, especially when you are in a hurry.

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When I was pregnant I did not know that it could be so emotionally draining to change a pair of nappies. About 19 months ago I had my second child, but I still don’t know what to do when my toddler has diarrhoea, the poop is squirting out form every side of the nappy, she is screaming and kicking and it literally feels like “poop has hit the fan”, if you excuse me for this quite morbid expression.

One morning not so long ago I really wished I knew how to keep calm and carry on. We were standing in the hallway, me and my two beautiful girls, fully dressed and about to leave the house. Then I heard it. Prrrrrrrrrrrrrrrth. (Not sure if 15 r:s helps to describe the situation, but I thought that any more r:s would seem exaggerating and fewer r:s would simply be too dull).

Anyway, an enormous smell immediately spread all through the house. I had no choice; I had to change her. Off with shoes, hat and jacket. Off with the trousers, just to discover that basically all her clothes were soaked in some brownish liquid. That is when she started kicking. She managed to put her feet and hands into the poop and…. Need I go on?

I just wonder what to do in these situations. Take a firm grip on the legs and arms with one hand, trying to change the nappy with the other hand without getting too much of the brownish thing into her hair? Or should I talk smoothly until she calms down and then change her (although that might take some time and in the meantime the colour of the wall would definitely have changed). Perhaps I should scream and have a tantrum of my own (that might actually make her so surprised so she would stop wriggling, but maybe not the most mature way to deal with the situation)?

You would probably say “carry on and keep smiling”, or something similar. But how can you keep smiling when the clock is ticking and you realize that your other daughter will be late for school?

Never mind. Not all mornings are like that. Most of the time my little toddler is my own little sunshine – which absolutely compensates for the lack of sun in Brussels during the winter. And in years to come it will all be forgotten. Luckily the human brain tends to remember the cute and cuddly moments, not the messy ones.