“That Guy Has a Baby!”
A woman can take a baby to the grocery store, and we’ll give her the stink eye for blocking the aisle with her diaper laden cart. When a new dad takes a baby out in public, it’s such a surprise that you might as well throw him a ticker tape parade. Not wanting to miss an opportunity to be a hero, when Becky and I stopped at a McDonald’s to change Rosalie’s diaper on our recent road trip, I volunteered to do the honors. With Rosalie in my arms, I passed three women on my way to the door.
“That guy has a baby!” one of them shrieked, equally surprised and impressed either in the fact that I had a baby at all or at my ability to carry an infant without incident.
As I reached the doors, one of the other ladies had hurried to catch up and take a look.
“You do have a baby!” She said. “Good for you.”
Being a noble warrior on a crusade, I didn’t have time for chit-chat and bee-lined it straight to the bathroom. On the way, I got nods and smiles and an “Oh cute!” from several customers.
Reaching the men’s room, I was immediately snapped out of my victory lap when I discovered that there wasn’t a changing station on the wall. Even McDonald’s seemed surprised that I had a baby with me.
Not wanting to return to the car in defeat, I pulled out my changing mat and laid it next to the sink. With Rosalie on top of it, I unbuttoned her pajamas and pulled off her diaper. Of course, before you could say, “That guy has a baby!” she had peed up and over her shoulder, all over her pajamas, the changing mat and the sink.
A urine-soaked sink counter top is what McDonald’s gets for not having a changing station in the men’s room.
Needing a new set of pajamas and a bunch more baby wipes, I grabbed a naked Rosalie, wrapped her in my coat and headed back out to the car in defeat.
“She peed on her pajamas, I didn’t change her yet,” I told Becky. “We should just change her in here though, there’s no changing station in the men’s room.”
“Did you look in the stall? Sometimes they’re in the stall,” Becky asked.
Becky was right, there was a changing station in the stall. She was very sweet about not making me feel bad about my excursion, but it was obvious to me that I had failed this simple trial of fatherhood on many levels. This makes me realize that perhaps the idea that dads don’t have it together enough to care for a baby isn’t such a misnomer after all. Or, more accurately, perhaps the idea that I don’t have it together enough to care for a baby isn’t such a misnomer after all. That guy has a baby, indeed.
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