Diaper Musings

Before Asher was born and while we were in medical school in New Hampshire, Rulon and I drove with friends to Montreal and visited IKEA while there. We came home with a crib, toy box, and changing table for our baby who we were expecting in a few months. Rulon assembled all of the furniture that night when we got home and I remember him showing me how the changing table folded back up to form another shelf when we were done needing to change diapers, as if that would be in the near future.

When Asher arrived and we brought him home from the hospital, I was actually really excited to change my first diaper. Between Rulon (who was on winter break from school) and visiting Grandmothers, I actually never changed a diaper until he was two weeks old.

Fast forward 8.25 years. Tens of thousands diapers later with various brands, sizes, designs, pull-ups, pull-ons, night-time diapers, swim diapers, blow-outs, leaks out the side, explosions out the top, various incidences of "what is that?!?",babies taking off their diapers and playing with the contents, and at times buying a generic brand not because it was cheaper but just to change up the "scenery" a bit, I am finally done. And Rulon finally got to fold up the changing table and it's finally functioning as a book shelf. Whew!