My family was flying away for a long weekend. We were sitting in the terminal at 6 am waiting to board. I was holding the baby talking to my husband when I heard the baby poop. I thought, I'll change him in a minute, and kept talking. A few minutes later I stood up holding the baby in front of me. The next thing I knew I had diarrhea down the front of my shorts, dripping down my leg, my flip flops and the floor of the airport. I stood there for a second while my husband said get to the bathroom! Of course the poop is dripping all the way there. I did my best wiping it off of me, my clothes, the baby, his blanket and the floor. I didn't have extra clothes for any of us so he went with out pants and I went with wet shorts that smelled like poop. When we made it on the plane I could still smell it but I thought maybe it was just me because my husband couldn't smell it anymore. About an hour into the flight we had to change the baby again. When we were done my husband looked down, I thought he was looking at the baby so I said 'what, his he gross?' 'No, you're gross!' There was a huge streak of poop still stuck to the back of my leg!