Sick child at 5:30 a.m. (WARNING)

This morning I was woke up at 5:30 a.m. and was asked to take care of Emil, since he had been up all night, not giving his mom and dad much option for sleep. So of course without "much" hesitation I jumped out of bed as though I was a prisoner of war, and started my day of with a smash. As the first minutes went by, I could only imagine how nice it was to be sleeping and not, to be blunt, the current parent of an awfully sleep deprived and sick, though sweet little baby. So the hours went by, as I fought with him to get him to grab a little sleep before he was back in his parents care. Eventually though I gave up after he continued to prove that playing with my computer was indeed far more interesting than grabbing some zzz's. After putting him back down on the floor to let him roam around, minutes later I smelled what I had soon come to know as I my first poopy diaper. Hurray! So I took him to the changing table after debating on weather or not I should wait for his parents to wake up and act oblivious or just man up to it. So yes, I manned up to it and changed not only my first poopy diaper, but also my first "sick" poopy diaper, which to be perfectly honest in my opinion looks, and indeed smells a whole lot different from the regular business. My gag reflexes were on high alert...