Right now I am in the midst of my first solo flight with the boys. Jordan and Rio are out running errands and thankfully the boys are both asleep. However things did not go so smoothly when they first left, so here's a rundown of what went down.
Jordan left the boys, freshly fed, in their bouncy chairs in our bedroom so I could pump. I pumped and cleaned up parts and bottles from the last feed without incident, so I took the opportunity to throw in a quick load of laundry. By the time I got back to our room they were fussing. I tried to plug Asher with a soother and that worked for about 10 seconds while Nolan's grunting turned into yelling. I could tell Nolan couldn't be consoled so I ran for the baby hawk carrier, strapped him in, and returned to Asher.
At this point Asher was going crazy too and the soother was doing nothing. I decided I should check his bum because I recalled strange rumblings earlier. I laid him down on our bed, no change pad, and checked things out. Rookie mistake. How could I have been so stupid? Because sure enough, Asher has had a blowout that has covered every piece of him BUT the diaper. So now what? I am wearing Nolan and Asher is covered in poo on my bed. Thankfully I am smart enough to have diapers and wipes next to the bed so I managed to strip Asher, clean him, and give him a fresh diaper, all with zero complaints from Nolan who is hanging from my chest. Now I am left with a big pile of sh$t and a mostly naked baby, so off Asher goes back into the bouncy chair.
Now for clean up. I take the shirt that has been hit right up to the neck and start rinsing. I then realize that the beauty of having 14 million hand me down onesies you can't possibly use is that in cases like these you can throw them out. I dispose of all garbage, wash up, and quickly put Nolan, who has for whatever reason found this all terribly peaceful, to bed in his crib to lie quietly.
Back to Asher. I grab some clean clothes and change him and place him back on the bed. I sigh with relief that I have dealt with this without breaking a sweat. Until I look over at the duvet cover which too has been a casualty of the ordeal. Asher goes back to the bouncy chair for the third time and off goes the duvet. As I'm pulling it off I realize the sheets have been puked on enough times in the past week to warrant a wash so they're stripped too.
So there we have it. 35 minutes later we have two clean, happy boys, a stripped bed, laundry on the go and a reasonable unfazed, yet tired, mom. Phew, welcome to life with twins. I can't wait to see what goes down when I'm left with all three of them...thankfully the newest two seem to be pretty laid back and willing to wait for mom to get it together!