So last weekend I changed my significant other’s friend’s baby’s diapers. It started in the form of a challenge really, when my significant other said that she disgusts the changing process. Like all the poop and smell and stuff. And that men don’t take part in it because it’s nasty and she put my capabilities in question that I couldn’t probably do it also. To me, I really didn’t get what is so turn-off about it that it’s unbearable. After all, she is the one who grew up in a small town and countryside and should be more familiar with that part of life. Like I’ve dragged multiple times a barrel of quite literal poop from point A to point B and dealt with it as told. So I was pretty sure I can handle a handful of poop and I wasn’t wrong. I didn’t even flinch.
In retrospective, it was easier than I thought. My main worry was that maybe I hurt the baby because it’s so tender when I swipe the poop off of him with wet tissues. But the friend encouraged me that I can apply a bit more pressure when swiping. Afterwards, I even felt good because I could help someone.
Word to all men. If you decide to make babies then also take responsibility and help your partner with all the baby stuff. After all, the child you made is equally your’s as it is for your significant other.
The fact that i’ve grown up in the countryside does not mean i roll in shit. π
Yeah didn’t mean it like that. :/ Sorry honey if that’s how it sounded like. π