It’s funny how before Raffy arrived I’d never notice signs for baby changing facilities or if I did it would wash over my head like nail polish discussions or the latest make up brand. Tash was upset when I returned home with a new laptop when I said I was going to buy Mac – I did wonder why she was so supportive.
However, when Megatron (story for another time) arrived, it seemed to be the first thing Id look for or that catches my eye, even if I’m not out with him….more so than paying attention to which toilet is the gents or not. Always awkward when you don’t realise you have got it wrong until you’re washing your hands.
As soon as I see ‘changing facility’ my mind starts to draw up the fearful changing scenario. Thanks to constipation and him being 8 weeks, I’ve only had to do a public change once and that was in the hospital public facilities.
I heard the belly rumble, I tried to ignore it, then the smell followed. I knew I’d have to do it. My mind immediately created a virtual tick list.
I got myself into the room using my bum to press down on the handle, as I had baby in one hand, bag overflowing with the ‘might needs’ in the other. The changing table was folded against the wall ‘how the hell was I going to do this?’ The floor looked dirty, new bag, new baby. Where do I put him while I unpack the survival bag? Using my chin I undid the catch, the bang of the change table made us jump and I dropped the bag resulting in everything scattering across the floor.
He was still sleepy so didn’t appreciate being speed stripped and began to cry. In the moment I forgot to allow for the nappy removal wee and as I moved the nappy he proceeded to pee on me and the wall and the contents of the bag spread out across the floor – ever seen someone trying to stop an out of control hose.
Right, new nappy in place, Sudocrem layered on, tabs fastened, baby grow secure, now to get the dirty nappy into the waste bin on the other side of the room. Instead of the obvious pick him up, walk to the bin, insert nappy. I went for the NBA style 3 point shot. What actually happened was like throwing a paper ball into a metal bin in school when all your classmates were watching, failure was almost certain. The nappy rolled round the bin edge, obviously didn’t go in, hit the floor, the impact creating a poop water bomb style effect.
Even with all the obstacles, it was a victory and as I left the changing room I couldn’t help but feel a little bit smug. I had succeeded in my first public change. (Disappointed I wasn’t greeted with a round of applause though)
Now you may be thinking why is this guy rambling on with yet another story. But this is why, out of that experience two things came to mind.
One, out of all of the failures the one thing that went smoothly was the application of the Sudocrem. I had been previously been using another brand that was in a tube, it was thick which meant difficult to apply and left me covered in sticky mess – difficult to address that when you’re trying to change and redress a squirming baby. The Sudocrem container could be popped open with one hand (being a chubby Pringle lover this came naturally). Two, the experience whilst victorious in as much as I completed the challenge like something from the Crystal Maze, it left me thinking how impractical the change room was. Why wasn’t the table easier to release? Why was the nappy bin so far away? Surely there must be a simpler solution to this? Was that weird ledge in the toilet bowel there in case a baby fell out?
When I was told about the ‘Sudocrem Care and Protect Baby Changing Room Awards’ and that they were back for another year it was something I took an immediate interest in. As it’s something that is now relevant to me and my daily life. For us dads where sometimes as you can tell, we get a little more flustered it’s good to know people are always thinking of ways to make it easier.
So, if you think you’re Changing The Game and want to be considered for this years awards, you can enter here