Poop in Your Hand

Day 5, I got a call from Hadley's room to come help change her. DG was experiencing the first shooting of pee all over the changing pad. As I was distracting her and grabbing a new changing pad, he was holding her legs up to keep her butt out of the fresh pee. With his right hand under her behind, she figured this was as good a time as any to poop right in the middle of his hand. It was a combination of meconium and milk poo, and looked like a perfect lotion dispenser. He and I looked at each other and burst out laughing.

DG: (laughing) What do I do?
Me: (guffawing) Ummm, go wash it off?

Sometimes, sleep deprivation corrodes common sense. Also, I think I missed this chapter in the book. What do you mean what goes in must come out?