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Yes, it happened: the poo that I was afraid was going to scare me away from cloth diapers.  Today Princess Tater Tot was a Fussybutt.  All day but in particular around lunch time.  She still had a fever, wouldn’t eat and didn’t like sitting in her high chair (both highly unusual) and would only calm down when I put on Baby Einstein.  After the video I thought I’d take her upstairs to play when I felt some leaks and thought “Wow, that was fast.”  Cloth diapers have usually lasted a lot longer.  I didn’t notice any smell until I opened the diaper.  Sweet Jesus!  Dijon mustard poo everywhere.  Blech.  What an opportune time to have a bath!  I don’t know how I managed to get the diaper off without her getting a hand or foot in it but the changing pad cover did end up being a casualty.  I set the diaper aside to deal with later and we went on about our bathing and dressing.

I don’t know if I subconsciously thought if I ignored the diaper it would go away or if I genuinely forgot about it.  But after a while, the Heinous Poo would not be ignored.  I realized that I was smelling it from our room across the hall!  So, leaving The Tot briefly to retrieve the diaper, I set out trying to get it reasonably clean in my bathroom so I could keep her in my sight while she was playing.  With previous poos, a dunk or two in the toilet would get everything but the stains off.  But, oh no, not this time!  Dunk, dunk, dunk.  Dunk, dunk.  Dunk. Flush.  Dunk, dunk, dunk.  Oh crap.  It’s not working.  So, I decided instead to trap one end by putting the seat down over it so the rest could soak in the toilet.  Twenty minutes.  Dunk, dunk, dunk.  Flush.  What is this, SuperPoo?  I’m not sure this particular diaper will ever recover but I’m going to try my best to rehabilitate it.  It won’t be easy and it definitely won’t be pretty.

Did it scare me away from cloth diapers?  No.  But let’s just say I’ll be using disposables until The Princess feels a little better.