Until tonight.
Tonight, seven kids in, I learned why someone might consider buying a change table.
Let me say it's not for convenience. You know what's convenient when your baby has pooed? The bed. Or the lounge. Or the floor. I don't want to have to run through the house to the designated poo spot. I'll change the nappy wherever I am when I find it. Well, assuming I can't pretend I haven't smelt it and can let Tracey discover it for herself. I've changed babies in car seats, on bonnets, in prams, in shopping trolleys. I really don't care - the nappy needs changing I change it. In lieu of a flat surface I've even changed a dirty nappy while Tracey's dangled the baby in her hands.
So it's not convenience which has changed my mind.
It's also not so we have all the baby creams and powders in the one spot. I can't think of a worse idea. I mean, I change more nappies on the floor in front of the telly than anywhere else so I don't miss a plot point. We have nappy wipes, and piles of nappies for that matter, in a number of drawers and bags around the house.
But tonight I was changing young Miss0 on our bed (Tracey's side of course, just in case she backfired) and suddenly the good sense of a change table became clear to me. You see, change tables are a lot higher than beds - an excellent feature if you're worried about your back. My back is always something I'm keen to protect.
But that's not it.
The reason I'm considering changing my mind on the benefits of a change table is if she'd been on a change table earlier tonight instead of our bed Miss0 wouldn't have been able to kick me in the nuts like a mule.
Yep, while I lay on the floor catching my breathe I decided a change table would have made all the difference.
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2 comments:
Hmm, I am not so sure, Bruce. I get kicked in the boobal region daily while using the change table. Although, I realise you are actually a man, it is something to think about.
Sadly, as my youngest son likes to point out to me, I have manboobs. Looks like I'm destined to be kicked in tender places.
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