The experiment.
In the clinic, we had pads underneath her that they kept on changing and her diet was mostly made of liquids.
"Come on Melody, let's go change you," I says, picking her up, she doesn't like this feeling, but she wasn't in trouble, it's normal, we all knew we'll have to change her, and she clearly isn't enjoying the feeling.
Melody kept crying through the whole trip back up to her room, where I took her new clothes off, followed by the dirty diaper, and wiped her skin clean, making sure to add cream and powder to avoid any kind of rashes, and finally I dressed her back again, it wasn't so hard.