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Dear Diary. An AI generated blog that is as real as it gets.

The Artificial Intelligence craze is among us and I jumped on board to see what the deal was. As a parent of two children and a person who has struggled to change a diaper on more than one occasion, this AI prompt is pretty good. I mean, it is factual, suspenseful, and down right upsetting. It really is a diary entry of an upset parent struggling to change a diaper in a public restroom. I didn’t know what to expect, but I guess I should have known that it would end the way it did. A very hopeful parent, ahh to be young and naïve. Or if your like me at one point, old and naïve. Struggling is not the way to live. That’s why my wife and I are creating a solution to diary entries like this. Developing a changing station for parents who love to enjoy life outside of their home with their little children. We understand that your child’s diaper gets messy, your life doesn’t have to be. Enjoy this short read and please, tell me what your thoughts are. Find us on our Instagram page, @babyyoyito, and comment your reaction.

“Dear Diary,

Today was a challenging day for me as a parent. My husband and I decided to take our 6-month-old daughter out for lunch at our favorite restaurant. Everything seemed fine until it was time to change her diaper. Unfortunately, the restaurant's restroom didn't have an adequate changing table, and we were left to deal with the difficulty of changing an infant's diaper in a cramped and unsanitary space.

The restroom was small, dark, and smelled of disinfectant. The only changing station was a flimsy plastic table that was barely large enough to hold our daughter. We struggled to keep her from falling off while also trying to keep our own balance on the unsteady surface. It was clear that the table was not meant to support the weight of an infant, and we were worried that it might break at any moment.

To make matters worse, there was no diaper disposal unit in the restroom, so we had to dispose of the soiled diaper in a regular trash can. This was not only unsanitary but also made us feel embarrassed, as other restaurant patrons could hear and smell the unpleasantness of the situation.

We both felt frustrated and angry that the restaurant had not provided a proper changing table for parents with young children. It's not like this is a new problem - parents have been complaining about the lack of adequate changing tables in public restrooms for years. It's a basic necessity for parents, and yet so many restaurants and public places still don't provide them.

As a new parent, I'm quickly learning that taking care of a baby requires a lot of planning and preparation. But sometimes, even with the best preparation, unexpected challenges arise. It's moments like these that make me appreciate the small things in life, like the convenience of a proper changing table.

This experience also made me think about the broader issue of accessibility for parents with young children. It's not just about having a changing table in the restroom, but also about making sure that public places are accessible and accommodating for families with children. This includes things like stroller accessibility, child-friendly menus, and more.

I hope that in the future, more businesses will take the needs of parents into consideration when designing their facilities. It may seem like a small thing, but having an adequate changing table in the restroom can make a big difference for parents who are already dealing with the stress and challenges of caring for a young child.

In the meantime, I'll continue to carry a portable changing pad with me wherever I go. It's not ideal, but it's a solution that works for now. And who knows, maybe someday I'll be able to look back on this experience and laugh, knowing that I survived the challenge of changing a diaper in a less-than-ideal situation.

Until then, I'll keep my fingers crossed that the next time we go out to eat, we'll be lucky enough to find a restaurant with a proper changing table.

Sincerely,

A Frustrated Parent”