It was our scheduled family Friday night date…
Surah was about 11 months old, we were headed to dinner from OC to LA (so the drive was quite a bit) and then we were going to visit some friends after. It started to rain, harder and harder. I had packaged enough health snacks and entertainment for the ride as I usually do. 35 minutes on the road, Surah became very uncomfortable and fussy. We needed an immediate diaper change, the aura of the car was becoming unbearable. Milad stopped at the closed exit and we end up in a residential area with very little options of a ‘decent’ place to find a diaper changing station. If I don’t find the place sanitary, I always opt in to use the trunk of my car, only when it’s not raining. So the back seat it was! So like any mom, I am trying my best to carefully change my daughter’s diaper without any spills or disasters. It’s quite a challenge at this (what I like to call) “curious-George” age where they just want to touch everything. We are all set and everything is fine, no spills, no leakages, clean hands sanitized, clothes not spoiled. YAY!…So we thought. We reach the restaurant, as we are seated and place our order, Milad takes a long stare at me. He asks “What’s that on your face?”. I answer “What is it?” He touches it, trying to rub it off. And he almost gags, “EW, is that POO!!” I’m thinking here, could you be any louder? “And oh gosh, all this time I thought I was just smelling the spoiled diaper in the car, it was actual a gunk of poo just above my mouth, just below my nose. How did I not notice? How did I not check? Oh boy, and I walked into this restaurant with poo on my face!!!! {Perfect place to insert emoji of monkey covering it’s face} What’s worse is if Milad hadn’t noticed, I had no doubt I would have probably had it with my meal and had no idea. (EW just the thought gives me a gag reflex, not good for a pregnant mama to be thinking such thoughts)
To feel better, I believe we all have some experiences we are not so proud of in life, especially as a first time mom. Moral of the story: carry a purse-mirror and PLEASE USE IT when you are smelling something funny!
HAPPY WEEKEND!!