Tag: diaper

The blood drained from my wearied face, as I stared at my smiling 8 –week-old son, sprawled precariously on the thin change pad barely separating him from the gritty and germ-ridden coffee shop bathroom floor upon which he lay. Desperate times. Desperate measures. My little man had just blown through his 5th diaper of the … Continue reading Diapers, a Duchess, and the Disaster that Gained Me a Friend