How dressing and diapering my son is akin to wrestling with and roping a wild hog.

Why does my child HATE having his clothing and diaper changed? 

For a little guy who’s super peaceful and pleasant much of the time, the frequent changes—filled with fitful movement, and at times, rage—bring out a very different side of his little personhood.

I suppose it doesn’t help that we’ve developed a habit of playing a game of chase on all of the beds—the sites of many a changing—whereupon the moment he’s placed on the bed, Rowan takes off crawling in the opposite direction with a playful, devilish look in his eye, avoiding capture as much as possible.

It’s all fun and games when Mommy’s yelling: “I’m gonna get you!” 

Except for when it’s not

Like when it’s diaper-changing time. Or PJ-putting-on time. Then it’s a real drag to be chasing down a wriggly worm. Trying to hold him in place to fasten sticky tabs, making sure excrement doesn’t get flung to the far corners of the room, and trying to button at least one of the three snaps on any given onesie.

Tonight, when I brought the little dude upstairs, he lunged out of my arms once he spotted the bed, fully aware of the fun he imagined was soon to be had. I don’t suppose it’s worth mentioning I nearly dropped him on his head in the process.

Then, as predicted, he took off like a shot to the middle of the mattress, just out of reach. I played a few obligatory rounds of “I’m gonna get you!” And then I tried to rein him in.

“Come here,” I said sternly. The boy just smiled, like I was some kind of clown, and proceeded to do downward dog type roly-poly flippy-dos on the bed covers. 

Once I wrangled him in and managed to get his daytime clothes off, I held him firmly in place to change his diaper. He wriggled this way and that—made worse by his tired state—and eluded my hold. 

I grabbed hold of his feet with one hand and the diaper with the other, and placed it just so, under his bottom. When I went to fasten the straps, Rowan pushed down hard with his feet on the bed, shifting his body backward and causing the diaper to fall out of alignment. This happened no less than five times, at which point I nearly called in the hubs to offer reinforcement. 

Usually, during times such as these, I can be heard muttering aloud through gritted teeth my oft-quoted phrase: “What are you doing? This is not rocket science!”

I mean, man-child has been having his diaper changed since the dawn of time. Or at the very least, since the dawn of—well, diapers.

I finally applied enough pressure to hold the child in place (I may have used forearms, elbows and knees), and the diaper was on. That left the jammies. Which was like trying to shove a bunch of crumbled up sausage back inside the casing. No easy task. Needless to say, I was sweating when all was said and done. And to think, this is a multi-daily ritual. 

The boy just cannot be bothered to deal with trivial matters such as these. He has lots of busy and wild work that needs doing.

If anyone has any advice to make diaper-changing less like a rodeo event and more like the docile chore it should be, I’m all ears. Please post your success stories in the comments.

Oh, and just a heads up: distraction with a toy? It’s a nice suggestion. Really. But…it doesn’t work. Rowan usually drops objects straightaway or chucks them someplace hard just so he can focus on the task of resuming the struggle, as usual. 

Who would’ve thought wrestling skills would come in handy with a near one-year-old? Not this mom!

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4 thoughts on “How dressing and diapering my son is akin to wrestling with and roping a wild hog.

  1. Anne

    Oh…all too familiar. Luckily both of my older boys have different personalities & this crazy scene was only daily routine for one. The light at the end of the tunnel…they eventually don’t need diapers anymore. The caveat…they then need to be potty trained to actually get their pee into the toilet, which will come with many reminders to, “Hold it up. Look where you’re going!” when tired at night & “Push it down! Push it down!” when tired by morning:)

    I’ll be anxious to see what others post for solutions as to diapering. Songs that involved hand motions (made by the kid) worked on occasion. TV, sadly, worked on occasion, too. Mostly, my strong & strong willed little one got pinned down by me (hands, knees & full body involvement necessary)! Let me know as you find solutions that work, as it has been 7 years & im sure to be back there all too soon!

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    1. powerskirstin Post author

      Oh my gosh! Potty training! Haven’t even thought about how that will be different. Ha! Thanks for the images!

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  2. Candace

    No advice here!! We had to tag team Emme while one of us tickled her or held her down while she screamed and cried. Luckily, she potty-trained in about a week and now refuses ALL clothes and now jammies are an utter nightmare to get her in. Unfortunately, I second the TV thing seeing as how Rowan is probably a ways off from potty training 😕

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    1. powerskirstin Post author

      Emme potty-trained?! You go, girl! Maybe she can come visit this summer and give Frances some pointers! Haha!

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