Disastrous diapers

It seems somewhat first-time-parent of me to share a diaper story with you, but I just can't get over this one. I think it especially amuses me because I was so shocked by this occurrence on round 3 of newborn gastrointestinal issues. Lanie had not had a dirty diaper in several days. I was definitely paying attention, but she didn't seem bothered by it at all. So we just waited. We gathered our crew to go eat at Chili's, (where our family ate quite well for under nine dollars, thank you!), and I gave Lanie her bottle toward the end of our meal. I propped her on my shoulder to burp her, and I could tell that she was, well, working. I just continued to pat her and hold her while assisting Ellie in eating her chicken and eating my own french fries. Things started to go south with the older two quickly, nothing major, but it was definitely time to get going. I decided I should probably change Lanie's diaper before we went home. I stood up and realized that I was kind of wearing the contents of her diaper. This was definitely a first for me. I am not talking just a little bit of something that I could discreetly cover; this was like she was trying to add a large graphic to the front of my shirt. I could get really graphic to explain why I was so shocked, but suffice it to say that Lanie left wearing her new diaper, and I was really glad we had just finished our meal! She must have lost a pound or two!