So, I don't know how I got so lucky, but I made it through my first two babies with no, absolutely zero, blow out diapers. Not so lucky this time around. Ugh. I could have lived without that experience, thank you very much.
On our way home from my aunt's house tonight Kayla was very whiny in the car--normally she's just fine. When I went to get her out of the car, I could smell why. Then, I picked her up and I could feel why...all the way up her back (ew, right?). I carried her to the bathroom, stripped off her pants and realized it was all over those too. So, I started the bath and put her in--onsie and diaper still on. She started crying--the water wasn't as warm as I expected it to be (oops). I washed her up when it got warmer, head to toe, lotioned her like crazy, got her in her jammies, fed her a bottle and put her to bed after some rocking. She's just fine and sleeping soundly. I still can't get that grossed out feeling to go away. Honestly, yuck!