When Rachel was about a week old, Andrew said, "Well, I guess we've passed the blow-out stage without a blow-out."
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"Well, she had that one blow-out, but she wasn't wearing a diaper so it doesn't really count...and now she should be finished, right? I mean, she is a week old."
Oh, Andrew, Andrew, Andrew...you're so cute when you're completely naive.
"The blow-outs get worse as the baby gets older because they eat more which means they..."
He wasn't too happy to hear that. She was really pretty good for the first two weeks, which passed incident free.
Now that we've entered week three, we have at least one blow-out everyday, usually first thing in the morning right after daddy leaves for work. Usually I'm holding her or nursing her when she does her thing. I'll then kind of poke around to see if it s leaking anywhere...and of course I never find any evidence of leakage. It's only when I reposition Rachel to stand up that I find the offending area. This is usually done with my bare hand or forearm (which is thankfully easier to clean than, say, my pants or shirt). If I checked up her back, she'll have leaked out one of her legs. If I checked her legs, she'll leak out the back. If I checked both her legs and her back, and then pick her up to hold her tummy-out against my arm...she will inevitably leak out the front of her diaper.
I'm not really sure how she plans it, but she's good!
Oh, and for everyone who volunteered to help, I have a pile of onesies, night gowns and pants that need to be scrubbed before we can wash them, so...now's the time to step up to the plate. Any takers?