Diapers
copyright 2003
Lori Krien
The baby came out, all wrinkly and red,
The nurse held him tight, as I lie in my bed.
I was too tired to fuss much right then,
She took him away, I slept until ten.
They brought him back, all snuggly and asleep,
I cuddled him close, and tried not to weep.
Is he really mine, I stared at him in awe,
He just so perfect, from what I saw.
Soon he awoke and opened his eyes,
Soon after that came the loud wild cries.
What do I do, with this bundle of wrath?
Should I give him a bottle, or give him a bath?
Then I felt something warm, underneath the babe’s butt,
It was wet and I thought, where’s the nurse? He’s been cut!
Then I saw no blood, just a wet blanket there,
Well, I thought, can I do this? Do I even dare?
Change my first diaper, what’s the first thing to do?
I laid the baby down, and then I smelled poo.
I got a new diaper, and went to work on the mess,
I thought I was passing my first mommy test.
Things were going well, so I thought with a grin,
I turned to get another safety pin.
When I turned back around, my face got quite a surprise,
The pee-pee was squirting, right in front of my eyes!
It went everywhere, the bed and the floor,
I thought it was over, but then came some more!
I was at such a loss about what to do,
Mommy test number one was not yet through.
Friday, August 24, 2007
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