You woke up soaking wet this morning. The diaper had soaked through to your onesie.
As I started to undress you and remove the diaper, a curious thing happened.
The front of the diaper was so soaked it split open.
It looked like a delicate confetti shower. Like festive, translucent, yellow-tinted celophane.
Confetti urine. Celophane urine.
Glittering in the early morning sunlight, it was actually quite beautiful, if I could look past the fact it was urine.
Tiny piles of urine snowflakes that dissolved when I tried to clean them up. The harder I tried, the faster they disappeared.
I’ve never seen such a thing.
You weren’t impressed. Perhaps you didn’t notice as you tried to squirm away, happy to be rid of the uncomfortable diaper.
I love getting you when you wake up in the morning. Your happy, smiling face greeting the day.
But this morning was . . . special.