Well Oliver son, I'm sure getting my fill of diapers. It seems like every time I turn around, I am changing one of your diapers, wiping down your backside, or putting cream on your little bottom to help soothe your diaper rash. Adding to the misery is the realization that your mother has conveniently figured out how to arrange her pumping schedule to coincide with your diaper changes. Imagine that. It was only a few months ago that your dad would have never dreamed he would be changing diapers. Now, I'm completely covered in them...literally. The other day, because we didn't want to move you during Kangaroo Time and you were squirming around indicating a change was needed, the nurse decided to really raise the stakes. Yeah buddy, you guessed it. She changed your diaper right there on my chest. I have a funny feeling it is all downhill from here.
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