The Trifecta

Last night, at 1:30 a.m. I was not wearing any pants, I had a baby attached to my boob with just a diaper on, and I was trying to stay awake by watching the X Files. Suddenly, I felt moisture running down my belly. After a few seconds of trying to figure out what was happening, I realized baby girl's diaper was full or on wrong or whatever. Quickly, I ran her to the changing table and as my nipple flew out of her mouth I sprayed her in the eye with milk. See, two can play at this game. After scrubbing us both down with wipes, I settled back down on the couch to finish our nightly snack. Suddenly, it felt like a freight train had run over my leg. Yes, someone (not me) has filled their diaper. *crap* literally. I headed back to the diaper changer, got her cleaned up and as we settled down again, projectile spit up came out of nowhere and covered my legs. It's like winning the trifecta of bodily fluids.