A Mom's Best Friend... or so I thought...

If me admitting that I use the bathroom and Z has dirty diapers is TMI for you, skip this one. Mk? But, just remember, whether you want to admit it or not, everyone poops. 

A little anecdote for y'all.

I used to vaguely notice Koala Kare changing stations before Z was born, but not really pay attention. Even after he was born I initially thought of changing stations as a "nice to have" situation, but if a place didn't have one, meh, no big deal.

I love you koala kare

Then... we took the train from Syracuse to Chicago and the commuter rail from Chicago to Wisconsin, during which I had to change my son's diaper on the nastiest urine covered floors of moving trains and I started to feel REALLY friendly towards changing stations. 

On the drive home from Virginia at Christmas time, we stopped at a Sheetz and when I went into the handicap stall (where the changing station was located) to change Z's diaper I saw this little thing:

Usually I would change Z, hand him off and then use the bathroom but Koala Kare was giving me another option! Strap Z into this chair and could go ahead and use the bathroom then and there! Handy! And really great if I didn't have a Joe outside the door to hand Z off to! So, once he had a nice clean diaper on, I plopped his little butt in that seat with great gusto. "Look Z! A little seat for you to sit in while Mama goes to the bathroom! Isn't that handy?" He muttered at me a tiny bit while I put on the straps, which is par for the course with anything that includes straps, so I was unconcerned. As soon as I sat down to (ahem) do my business, the pouty lip showed up. I thought, oh no! Seriously? Oh, yes. First, the lip out. I start reassuringly talking to Z, "Mama is right here! You're okay! Don't be scared!" Then, the face crumbled. I start singing "Bingo" with a HUGE grin on my face. I think we might have made it but then... the toilet flushed and the all out, "I'm DYING!" shriek came, while I am trying to get my pants on as quickly as possible while desperately singing/reassuring by turn. Z would not be consoled. I had left him! LEFT HIM IN THIS PLASTIC CHAIR OF DOOM! When I got him out of the seat and into my arms he sobbed into my shoulder like he had just suffered the most terrible trauma on the planet. Apparently he did not feel that the Koala Kare chair was handy.