Dad stories"Do anything good for your birthday?" one of your friendly B3TA moderator team asked in one of those father/son phone calls that last two minutes. "Yep," he said, "Your mum." Tell us about dads, lack of dad and being a dad.
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Scaryduck LIKES EGG, Thu 25 Nov 2010, 11:50)
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Rash NappyI'd been a father for about 10 days. Skint; terminally short of sleep. I'd managed to avoid nappy-changing so far because I throw up everywhere just looking (and smelling!) at a loaded nappy. Now, however, I was up. No choice, but me; fate of the world was in my hands etc.
Baby on the towel; nappy off; off to the bathroom (2 rooms and a hall away) to throw up and be back quickly enough that my daughter couldn't roll off and smear shit all over the carpet. Clean up. Yak! More cleaning. Bugle! Last cleaning stage. HRUUUUURGH*cough* ptui! ptui! Grab a nappy. SHIT! It was a duff one with no tabs on it to hold it closed! We were skint and we didn't have that many nappies left anyway, so I did the best I could with duct tape and went to bed, bathed in the glow of a tricky job done well.
When my wife extracted the baby from the nappy the next morning (took 20 minutes- when I wrap a baby it fucking well stays wrapped) it turned out that I had the nappy the wrong way round.
(, Fri 26 Nov 2010, 21:45, 2 replies)
clickFor the "when I wrap a baby" bit, made me laugh. :P
(, Fri 26 Nov 2010, 22:27, closed)
seconded(, Sat 27 Nov 2010, 2:02, closed)
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