Yesterday I had my 6 week checkup with my OB-GYN. Noah had to come with me since Pete could not get out of work. The appt went fine and afterwards the doc wanted to hold Noah. He picked Noah up and was cuddling with him. I looked over at them and noticed that Noah had an explosive diaper and it was running down the doc's pants and shirt. I pointed it out to the doc so he laid N0ah down beside me on the paper on the examination table. The doc finished telling me the last bit of info and this gave Noah time to roll around in his own poo for a minute. Great. Finally the doc left so I could get up (i was only wearing a sheet at the time). In order to keep the sheet I was wearing from getting in the poo I had to take it off. So there I am in the buff, stripping down Noah, cleaning up his arms, legs, the table, etc. and he got so cold so he starts screaming. I had to bag his diaper and his clothes. Thankfully I had a change of clothes for him in my diaper bag. Whew. It was an interesting mommy moment.