Neville tried to duck slightly as he got hit in the side of the head with a droopy stuffed creature that looked like a very well loved bear or something, "Hey now, Livey, your stuffed animal doesn't want to hit me," he said as he lifted her out and looked for a place to change her. Ignoring her cries for the moment, he moved her to the table, and eased her onto her back, only then realizing that he needed her upright to get her out of the zipped up suit. He tried to get her to sit up but she was having none of it, and arched flat still crying. He tried to sooth her, "Okay, we can do this," he said to himself, "Livey, what's your bear's name?" he asked, trying to distract her as he unzipped her and then as he made an effort, this time standing her up. That seemed to work better and he quickly slipped the thing off and onto the floor.
He laid her back again, and awkwardly, quickly, tried to get the very wet diaper off. He held a hand by Olivia, afraid she was going to try to take a flying leap off the changing table, and looking about, he grabbed a tube of ointment and put it to her hand, "Here honey, hold this for me okay?" he asked, hoping to distract her long enough to get her changed. He didn't know where a clean diaper was and he knew she'd need clean clothes. At the very least, he still felt encouraged, willing to give this process a try even if he had no clue what he was doing.