DIAPERS! Yikes!
my first wife after having left our home about 3 weeks- called one day and said to come over and get our 6 month old; so I did. I’d never changed a diaper or made a bottle in all my life ( our deal had been that I’d make the money and she’d take care of the kid).
I was a lot like the movie 3 men and a baby only I needed 2 more men. If my kid wasn’t such a good little guy he’d likely never have seen the age of 2, but he’d cry just enough to wake me up and then oh-so-patiently wait for me to get my shit together enough to make and warm his bottle.
The diapers were the worst; but I reached a point where I could do it with little problem …. and I thought it would be that way for life; but just recently I noticed (quickly) that I really, really, really don’t like the smell of dirty diapers; and looking back wonder how the hell I ever did it.
So hat’s-off to ya Mom. …. and could you move the dirty diaper bag down towards the Prof’s end of the forum. He’s had more experience with that sort of thing.
I should have added that it wasn’t just a visit but rather I took care of the baby for the next couple of years, his mom finally got her shit together, I think she had post-depression going on, but back then there wasn’t a name for it.