I Stepped In Ezra’s Shit
I was changing the diaper of a fussy Ezra, who had a HUGE poop that filled his diaper and stuck to his skin. I pulled off his diaper and blindly moved it to the top of the diaper pale. Immediately my attention was focused on the fact Ezra then had his hands covered in poop, and his hands were moving toward his mouth. I grabbed his hand and a wipe. I wiped his hands, then held them as I tried to wipe his butt as he moved there and there spreading his poop over the changing station. His fussy levels went from a seven to a ten. He wanted his hands to be free, but I wanted to sanitize them after I finished cleaning his butt and cleaning the station. Then my foot slipped.
My foot was smearing Ezra’s poop over the rug and my sock (thankfully I chose not to take my socks off earlier) because during the hurry to put aside the diaper to catch and clean Ezra’s hands the poop of the diaper fell on the floor, and I was spreading it around.
At this point, I called down to Valerie for help. After the laughter calmed to the state of her being able to function, she helped me clean up the mess.