Diaper

..., or hasn’t had a wet diaper in a long time (ie...

... the night away before the diaper changes begin. Counting down the...

... a bottle, getting dressed and diaper changes and it was so ...

It’s possible there is more than dairy he is reacting to if he’s still having issues once you’ve cut dairy. I am dealing with this. I started a food log and also tracked his diaper output (and you could include rash or other reactions). It really helped me keep track when he had issues. I cut dairy, soy, eggs, nuts & peanuts. Good luck!

What are we doing to help it!? I’ve tried aquaphor, tubby Todd, and diaper cream. It will get better for a day or two and then get bad again! Poor little guy is itching at his neck. I just ordered some drool bibs to see if those help! Any suggestions!?

@JCC99, I’d get it done because it doesn’t just cause issues as babies, but also into adulthood. My 8th baby didn’t get hers done until she was 3-4 months old. I knew she needed it done sooner, but because she was gaining weight well, they didn’t think it needed to be. She stopped gaining weight and her diaper output went way down to 3-4 a day.

... a few times with his diaper on, but this day he... had the feel of a diaper and would “ forget “ he wasn’t ... haven’t tried yet without a diaper.

... I had last changed a diaper, but the app told me...

... an early lunch in the diaper bag, and we’re good to ...

My paint burns on her one white nostril but not down her nose bone. I have an equine/ vet zinc cream called Zincofax that has a stiffer more long lasting base than human diaper creams. It’s always worked as a sun block, needs to be applied daily. Maybe in a hotter climate a bald faced Paint would need the block further up the nose.

... the night away before the diaper changes begin. Counting down the...

... with a prostitute who would diaper him. Behind him - his...

@SoldierGirl, yes we have such bad diaper rash right now!! I feel terrible for my son!!

Oh some diaper babies are gonna be big mad about this.

... pull-up at night. Drop the diaper completely. Have them help pick...

My daughter never really used to poop overnight but over the last week she’s had a giant poop diaper in the morning. I feel like I haven’t seen a poop in the morning in months. I’m assuming this might be due to a change in her diet? Over the last week we completely cut out formula and have replaced it with whole milk. Not sure if anyone else is dealing with this!

... ask mommy to change your diaper.

... daughter being uncomfortable in her diaper pushed her to go. I...

... do, like putting on a diaper, pants, socks and shoes to ...

We have the OXO Tot 2-in-1 and my girl recently prefers her portable potty! She’ll take it out of the diaper bag and ask to use that one instead. Not sure if it’s the style or just because it’s a fun and different experience for her. It seems comfy and the disposable bags are fantastic for travel!

We don’t use Owlet. We use Sense-U, which simply clips onto the diaper. For us, it’s been such a relief for our anxiety. Honestly, without it, I don’t think my husband and I would be able to sleep as peacefully.

@misssmamaa, I did delete it, thank you. Definitely posted innocently. Was just trying to get a pic of her diaper. Yes, she did adjust! It took about 2 weeks and we haven’t had issues since!

Do we gotta spell it like diaper for him? Or would he say die apper like an extra retard

... already tells us when his diaper is dirty. I no longer...

Hi, So I have a 18 month old that started daycare recently. I don't know why but almost every day she poops while we are on our way to her daycare. I have tried everything I can think of, I wake up extra early, I feed her milk twice hoping it will trigger her bowels (when she was a younger baby milk used to make her go). I do all the morning routine, feed her, fix her hair, brush her teeth, I literally wait until the last minute to change her diaper before we drive, but, its like she is waiting to be in the car to make a deuce.. I have 2 kids and I am usually dropping them off back to back in the morning, I am usually rushing, and my small sedan has two car seats, so I don't really have much time or space to change the baby in the car when we get to her little school. They do have diapers and wipes and have a changing table inside so I feel like it is more comfortable for the baby to have her diaper changed inside. I have apologized twice to her teacher when I drop her off with a poopy diaper but I can tell she is not too happy about it. AITA? Edit to add: I provide all the diapers and wipes that my daughter uses, this is not about the diapers. Thanks for all the feedback, I will talk to the teacher to make sure they will allow me to use their changing table. UPDATE: I never imagined an update would be necessary, but I got so many comments and I can't possibly reply to all.. While this experience has been eye-opening, and I fully accept your consensus/logic, I will add some more details because a couple of things were taken out of context; -I am in the PNW so rain does not always allow to use the trunk to change my child, I should have specified that. - My baby started daycare 3 weeks ago. It happened once during the fist week, she had 2 poopy diapers last week and 2 poopy diapers this week.. So, while it is not literally happening every day, it has happened often enough. Obviously if I brought up this issue here (and took a beating from the internet) is because I am genuinely preoccupied about this. -Because my baby just started daycare, the first week the teachers were encouraging a quick drop off because she was crying every day, the first time it happened I apologized and mentioned I had literally just changed her diaper before leaving home, but the teacher prioritized the quick drop-off to immediately soothe the baby, she did not say much else. -This also happens to be a Montessori school, so, they have this routine where kids change into their inside shoes at the entrance, and put their snacks away by themselves, parents are encouraged to leave as soon as possible. They do not serve breakfast at school, but they like to keep a consistent routine. It never crossed my mind that I might be allowed to go inside to use their table. I also imagined they don't want our muddy boots going inside the classroom. -My older kid's school is 20 minutes away and school starts at a different time. When we drop off the baby, the older child walks to the door with me to drop-off little sister. Anyway for the real Update: I talked to the teacher today during pickup time. She told me we are not allowed to go inside the facilities since the changing table is adjacent to the toddlers toilets and their policy does not allow it. This used to be a school for older kids so they are still updating the building and they plan to add a changing table to the public restrooms soon, but in the mean time, she understands it is tricky to change the baby in the car, and they don't want cars staying too long since they have limited parking spots. She did say many kids poop as soon as they walk through the door and these things happen. Start of they day is obviously busy for them, and she appreciates my concern. But again, many comments here have helped me reflect about things I can do better, and if the weather allows I will change the baby in the front seat of my car, and of course I will use the baby changing station once it is ready in the bathroom. Thanks also to the few empathetic people, especially the daycare workers that replied in the comments. Somebody recommended to cross-post to r/ECEProfessionals, and maybe I should have gone there in the first place, but I have already got plenty of feedback here.. submitted by /u/PhilosopherEvery5083 to r/AITAH [link] [comments]

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Hi everyone, I need some advise! So I'm 17M and my girlfriend is 16F. We've been together for almost 4 months now. Everything is going very well between us and I feel like we can tell everything to eahother. Last week I was in my girlfriends bedroom while she was downstairs for a minute. I noticed my phone needed to charge so I decided to use her charger. I knew it was in one of the drawers in her bedroom but I didn't know which one. I opened a few drawers and I still don't really understand what I found. The drawer was filled with diapers. A few of those girls pull ups for bedwetting like my younger sister still wears but also a lot of those big adult diaper ones with tapes. I really don't know what to think about it cause she never told me anything about it before. I also already slept with her 2 times and she wasn't wearing a diaper for sure so I don't think she wets the bed or something. What should I do? Should I confront her with it? And what could it be, cause I really have no clue at all what to think of this. Update: I asked her about it. It is indeed for bedwetting. She said she still wets the bed sometimes. At first she was too scared to tell me. The 2 times we slept together, she risked it and was lucky. We talked about it for over an hour and are completely on the same line now. Yesterday, she slept with me, while wearing her diaper. Thanks everyone who gave helpful advice! submitted by /u/MeetingFrequent4831 to r/teenagers [link] [comments]

My daughter was born 11 weeks early (2.5 lbs) and is finally leaving the NICU! From micropreemie diapers to newborn, pen for scale 💜 Not sure if reddit will be amazed, but we sure are. submitted by /u/EvilAbed57 to r/BeAmazed [link] [comments]

following on from my last post, I've been diligently letting my older brother change my diapers like "all trans girls do Nona". every time I soil myself I've diligently waited to see my brother to let him change me, even if it means waiting hours with a dirty diaper. but I'm starting to worry if something is happening that isn't normal? he's starting to train me to "go whenever I need to", so if I need to poop or pee (he says I'm not allowed to swear anymore)... apparently this is an important part of my transition and all trans girls do this? but something seems really fishy to me guys :((( sometimes I'm spending all day at work with a soiled diaper now, unable to see my brother until I'm home. it's really embarrassing at sometimes people can smell it. but my brother seems so proud of me? and honestly I can't betray the loving smile on his face every time I tell him I went potty. 4t4 is this okay and normal for a trans girl with an older brother? submitted by /u/wiwikyn to r/4tran4 [link] [comments]

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My sister is 16 years old and wears diapers. Now obviously she doesn’t wear them all day but she wears them at night and it is SO ANNOYING. She seems to not mind at all and never takes them off unless my parents say something. I’m not talking about pull ups either I’m talking about full on diapers, but obviously she doesn’t ever use them during the day, but when she doesn’t take them off and she has a diaper on she’s literally walking around in a dirty diaper. She only pees in her diaper because the other one would just be insane. It’s just annoying to have to deal with and my parents don’t seem to care and it doesn’t seem like it’s changing anytime soon, the only thing time it would change according to my mom is when she leaves for college. submitted by /u/Neither_Durian_7760 to r/offmychest [link] [comments]

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RIP to both of us. It said delivered. I didn't check the peephole. a perfect storm to create one of the most humiliating moments of my life. After we stared at each other, both of us in shock, me in my lil dipey, I slammed the door in your face out of panic - didn't even grab my food. Needed to get this off my chest, hopefully it will make some of you chuckle, hopefully I am not the only absolutely dumb and embarrassing human bean in here.😭 Please share your worst door dash moments if you would like to commiserate with me lmfao ****3k upvotes bc I am a dumbass is craaaaazy, but thanks yall 💀 **** human BEAN is intentional. I might be a dumbass, but I am not "illiterate" or whatever other insults are being slinged over a silly way I say human being 🫩 submitted by /u/manixxx0729 to r/doordash [link] [comments]

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My wife and I have been married 10+ years and have a few kids. SIL and her husband had a baby 2 years ago. No major complaints - they just tend to ask for people to do stuff that I would think they'd do themselves. They'll come over our house (they live an hour away) and they'll ask ahead of time if we have their kid's favorite crackers on hand. Why they don't just pack the crackers, I don't know (they are well off, money not an issue). If one of them leaves the room, they'll ask one of us (my wife or kids) to be "in charge" of the baby - even if the other parent is right there, just scrolling on their phone or something. But whenever I say something to my wife, she says I'm being too much. The other day, we're having a dinner at MIL's house when the baby had a poopy diaper. SIL looks at me and say in the sweetest voice "Uncle (my name), can you change the diaper?" (she frequently does this when we're there but this was the first time I was asked) I answered, politely, "No, I'm sorry, I don't do that." "You....don't do diapers??" "No, I don't do other people's kid's diapers if their mom or dad is around. I mean if I'm babysitting, sure thing, but yea - if the parents are around - I just feel like its their job." SIL looks like she's ready to cry "Well...I feel selfish." I smiled to try and set her at ease, "Not trying to make you feel any way, just telling you a boundary is all." The table got really awkward as she got up and did the diaper. Afterwards my wife blamed me for making SIL feel bad and said I could've just changed the diaper. Not trying to make anyone feel bad - but I've had 3 kids and I always took responsibility -I watched them, I packed for them, and I changed them. I'm not looking to be a secondary parent for this kid. submitted by /u/Late4AnAppointment to r/AmItheAsshole [link] [comments]

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I (37m) am a (medically) retired military vet, and stay-at-home/work-from-home dad to 3 kids (2 boys, 1 girl). I was talking to some parents at my oldest's school about our kids; a few of us still have little ones in diapers and were just comparing experiences. One mom (who I'm not familiar with) chimed in at some point that I shouldn't be changing my daughter's diapers (because I'm a male), that my wife should be the one doing it... I have pretty thick skin and it didn't really bother me at the time, but the more I think about it and how much I love my daughter and would never let anything bad happen to her, it's starting to really annoy me that she said something like that. I'm not going to bring it up to her if I see her again (which I will) but it makes me want to be less friendly to her. Edit: Holy smokes! This post took off like I never expected. Thank you everyone for the kind words and for validating my feelings/thoughts. I’d +1 everyone’s kind comments but there are too many! A virtual high five is going to have to suffice 🫸🏽🫷🏻 submitted by /u/WeGoinToSizzler to r/mildlyinfuriating [link] [comments]

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My son is 17 and keeps ordering adult diapers. He has always been a bit awkward. Not sure what he is doing with the adult diapers. If it is a sexual thing. Is he too lazy to go to the bathroom? Is he having bedwetting problems? I don't think it's that. He has always had issues with this. He was always constipated as a baby, even though I breastfed him. He was very difficult to potty train, probably because he liked wearing diapers. When he was little, he would wipe his poop on the wall when he was mad at me. I would catch him stealing pull-ups, or swim diapers from cousins/friends and would find them (used) in closets. Anyway, now he is 17 and will be leaving home soon. I worry he won't make it as an adult in this world. We have had him in therapy throughout his life, but he really doesn't want help. submitted by /u/Ok-Occasion-6345 to r/offmychest [link] [comments]

My bf found out I still wear diapers. That's the day that my life got turned upside down. Let me explain so that you don't get the wrong idea. There's nothing physically wrong with me, I wear diapers because I'm terrified of losing control of my bladder in public. It happened once when I was about twelve and ever since then, I've worn them. It was a secret that only my parents knew about, until the day that my boyfriend showed up at my house for a surprise visit. As soon as he found out, he left my room. As the door closed behind him, I was sure it was over. I was really upset, I mean, I really liked this guy. He was friendly and even my parents liked him. He wasn't like the other testosterone-infused boys. I sat on my bed and dropped my head. I started beating myself up, wondering how different things would've been if I had just cleaned up my room. Why did he even show up unannounced? But before I could get too deep into my thoughts, my bedroom door opened again. It was my boyfriend. I couldn't believe it. I asked him to give me a chance to explain but he didn't want to hear it, in fact, he started laughing. He told me that he had known the entire time we had been dating. I asked him how he knew but he told me that it didn't matter. He liked me and that's all that counted. "We all have secrets," he said. I asked him what his secret was. He didn't want to tell me. All he said was, "Knowing your secret was one of the reasons I started dating you." I should've seen this as a red flag at the time. I should've known there was more to this guy but I was just so relieved that he didn't break up with me that I didn't even think about what he was saying. I was still curious though. I asked him how long he had known. "I noticed when I sat behind you in Geography last year," he said and then he did something that sent chills down my spine. He got excited. He told me about how he knew then that he could take care of me. What he said was so wrong that I didn't know how to handle it. I asked him to leave, I needed time to think about all of this. Reluctantly, he went. The next day, I received a package at my front door. It was a box of diapers from my boyfriend, with a note saying, "I love you. Let me take care of you." I've felt pressure in a relationship before but this was different. He made me feel like I had no control. Who was this guy, and honestly, what was wrong with him? That's when it hit me. I recalled all the sweet things he had done for me since we'd been dating; the phone calls and gifts, the way he seemed to know where I was and what I was doing, the way that he liked me sitting on his lap, even the pet names that he had for me (baby, boo boo, my little one). I knew then that he didn't love me, at least not as his girlfriend, he saw me as a child that he wanted to raise. Furious, I sent him a text, telling him that it was over--I never wanted to see him again. I blocked his number, I packed up everything that he had ever given me and asked my best friend to take it to him. A few hours later, I kept getting calls from a number that I didn't know. Eventually, I answered. It was him, he was angry. He told me that he didn't want things between us to be over. I told him that I was done. I hung up the phone on him. A few minutes later, I received a text. Reading it made my heart sink, it was from him. It said, "If you break up with me, I'll tell everyone your secret." There was no way that I could let anyone else know my secret. I'd lose my friends, the entire school would make fun of me. I could just imagine the memes and stories on social media--my life would be over. I called him and begged him not to do it. He laughed and asked me if we were still dating. In that moment, I did the only thing that I could, the only choice I had. Yes, I told him that we were still dating. He told me how happy he was and that he promised to take good care of me. It made me sick to my stomach hearing those words, but it got worse from there. "Okay, now," he said. "Daddy's got a few things to do. I will speak to you later, and not a word of this to anyone, okay?" That night at dinner, I barely touched my food. "What's wrong?" asked my mom. I wished I could tell her, but if I did, my secret would be out. I told my parents that I was tired and asked to be excused. I climbed in my bed and went to sleep. I wished that I could go to sleep and wake up with this whole thing being a dream. The next morning, I received a text from my boyfriend, "I'll walk you to school this morning, baby." Just reading the message made me remember how powerless I was, but there was nothing that I could do but go along with it. Thirty minutes later, he arrived at my house and greeted my parents in the friendliest way. They spoke for some time while I got ready. He smiled when he saw me and told me I looked great. The walk was quiet and awkward. He reached for my hand and I pulled away. "Now, now, we don't want people to know anything, do we?" he says, so I let him hold my hand while we walked. The day went slowly. Every time I saw him I'd have to fake a smile and wave, even blow kisses at him and catch the kisses he blew at me, but with every moment that passed, I knew that I couldn't keep doing this. I had to find a way out. I snuck out to the bathroom just before lunch. My best friend cornered me there. "What's up with you?" she asked. As much as I wanted to tell her, I couldn't. She would confront my boyfriend and then he'd tell everyone my secret, so I did the only thing I could think of in that moment. I yelled at her and told her to leave me alone but she kept pushing me for an answer. My emotions got the better of me and I said something that I'd later regret. "What's wrong is that you're being too clingy," I said. It was a lie and it hurts me to say it but it was the only way. I stormed out of the bathroom, leaving her there. A week went by this way and then another. A month later, I hardly recognized myself in the mirror. I was tired, I had lost weight, I didn't laugh anymore--my life was this cycle of getting up and doing whatever my boyfriend wanted me to do. I wasn't allowed to have friends anymore, he had access to my phone and went through it every day. Worst of all, I needed to send him messages every day telling him how much I needed him and how grateful I was that he looked after me. It was almost two months later when I'd finally had enough. I sent him a text, asking him to let me go. He messaged me back with a photoshopped picture of me in a diaper. It was clear that he wasn't going to change his mind. As I lay in bed, I imagined my future. I pictured every day going through the same thing until I had nothing left, years and years of being his personal slave. Imagining this future made me angry and gave me enough energy to break this mood that I had been in. I finally felt like my old self again. I needed to find a solution--there had to be some way out of this--and then I remembered what he had said to me when he found out that I wear diapers ("we all have secrets"). For the first time in over two months, I was excited. He had a secret and I was going to find out what it was, but to do that, I needed to play into his game so I changed my attitude. I became friendly towards him, more loving than ever before. He noticed the changes and asked me what I was doing. My best friend still messaged me every day but I wasn't allowed to message her back. It broke my heart but I had a plan now. I told him that I'd finally understood that he was taking care of me. He believed it. I got closer and closer to him, I spent more time at his house, looking for clues when I had the time. I spent more and more time with his mother, asking her questions about his childhood. I spoke to his dad, his friends, even people who didn't like him. It was tough, they only had the nicest things to say about my boyfriend; no secrets, no flaws, nothing. Two days later, I had an idea--if everyone only has the nicest things to say about my boyfriend, maybe he's blackmailing them as well. I started investigating. I find out that his dad does work for the government so they've moved around at least five times since he was a kid. I find out from his mom where they've lived in the past, which schools he's been in, if he's had any girlfriends before. She tells me their names and their surnames. "They were such nice girls, but you're so much better," she says. I find two of these girls on social media. I send them private messages asking if they remember him. Neither of these girls want to talk to me, they say that they've got nothing say about him, only that he's a nice guy and that he took care of them. Reading these messages, I know that he's coached them on what to say in case anyone asked. I become irritated. How could someone do this? I replied back to these two girls telling them what's happened to me. It doesn't take long for them to open up to me, then they tell me that he's also blackmailing them. He found out one of their secrets and he held it against them. He still messages them every month, reminding these girls that he has dirt on them. I'm relieved and excited. We've got him now, we can take him down. I ask the girls to help me--together, we can make sure he's punished for what he's doing, but they don't want to help me. He's part of their past now and they want to keep it that way. They stopped replying to my messages. I'm back to square one. I feel that same despair creeping up on me until I think about all the other girls he's manipulated and all the future girls he'll do the same thing to. I decide then that I can't let him do this for another minute. If no one else wants to help me, then I'm going to make sure that I finish this myself. I know now that I'm dealing with a menace to all girls. If I don't deal with him, no one will. I feel angry but this anger is inspiring me to think differently. If he wants to play this game, so do I. I set up a camera in my room, filming our conversations. I invite my boyfriend over and get him to reveal he's blackmailing me. He's so arrogant by now that he says it all. He tells me that he loves playing this game with me, he loves controlling me. He's never been a guy that likes sports but this is his favorite game. He laughs as he tells me how long he's been planning this and what he has planned next for me. As he leaves, I review the recording--I've got him now. There's no way that he can deny what he's saying. I make backup copies of this recording then I send him a copy along with a single message, "This ends today or I'm going to send this to your parents, your friends and the school principal." He's furious with me. On the phone, he screams at me, "How dare you do this to me?! Have you no shame?" My response is simple, "This relationship is over. Say it." He's quiet for a long time. I can feel his rage building but eventually, he says it, "It's over." I hang up and feel the weight of the world has slipped off my shoulders. I'm free again, finally! I'm free again! The next month at school was blissful. I patched things up with my best friend. Not going into details, I told her I was in a bad place. After a few days, she finally forgave me. I started spending time with other people again. I joined the soccer team and starting hanging out at the mall and best of all, at night, I started sleeping again. Life was great but I should've known that he wouldn't give up that easily. His silent rage had been building up. I noticed it when I saw him in the corridors. Eventually, it became too much for him because after a month of being free, I arrived at school to the sound of laughter. Everyone was pointing their fingers at me and looking at their phones. My own phone beeped with a new message--he had leaked the photo. Overwhelmed with all the laughter, I started crying and ran into the bathroom. I shut myself into a cubicle and cried. How could he do this? My best friend knocked on the cubicle door. I let her in. I finally told her the whole story--it didn't matter anymore now, my secret was no longer a secret. My best friend hugged me and told me that it was okay. People would laugh but at the end of the day, they would find something new to laugh about. It was thanks to her that I realized that I didn't need to feel guilty about my diaper habit. Everyone has a problem, none of us are perfect. The next two weeks were the toughest I've ever been through. People made jokes about me, people sucked their thumbs when I walked past, someone left a pacifier on my desk and someone even stuffed a diaper in my locker. At first, I cried every time this happened, then I learned to just smile at them. My best friend stuck by my side and reminded me that these people had nothing better to do with their time. They mocked me, but as strange as it sounds, I felt free--free of the secret, free of the shame, and free of a controlling boyfriend. I didn't reveal my recording of him to anyone. I decided that I didn't want to think about him for another second. After those two weeks, everything died down. The kids at school found something new to laugh about. My ex-boyfriend left the school. His dad had a new assignment in another town, but before he left, I went to visit him one last time. "If you try to pull this with any other girl you meet, I'll make sure that the proof I have of what you do goes viral." I could see the same quiet rage building up in his face. He was someone that always wanted to be in control and now, he didn't have any. "Do you understand what I'm telling you?" I asked him. He was quiet at first, but reluctantly, he nodded. Walking home that day, I felt strong, stronger than I'd felt in months. It's crazy but I'm grateful to my ex-boyfriend for doing what he did. If he hadn't, I wouldn't know how strong I actually am. The end. submitted by /u/CheesecakeMoist to r/confessions [link] [comments]