Lindsay has a peeing problem. Nothing medical or serious…she just pees A LOT at night. A few weeks ago Kevin and I woke up to a puddle of pee between our heads one night when she was sleeping with us (yes, we know….her sleeping in our bed is a whole other issue for another day). She had literally peed so much between 9pm and 5am that it had soaked through her diaper, through her pajamas and was being soaked up by our sheets and mattress. Disgusting with a capital ‘D’.
Then it was brought to our attention that they make night-time diapers that are extra-absorbent. And boy are they. I’m convinced these things could hold a gallon of water. So…problem solved.
Wrong.
Yesterday morning she was extra crabby when she woke up, so I sat down with her to cuddle for a bit before doing anything else.
Bad idea.
About 2 minutes into our cuddling session, I suddenly feel as if I’m peeing my pants. There was literally a stream of liquid running down my lap and down my leg. After about 5 seconds, I realize what is likely happening and I lift Lindsay up to see a stream of pee coming through her pajamas and onto my lap. Not wanting to let her pee to stream across the living room and into her room, I’m forced to basically let her finish before moving her. I’m certain the blanket I pulled over the top of my lap and my pajama pants won’t ever be the same.
This kid seriously doesn’t care if her diaper is full of pee or poop. And now, even brimming to the brink of the dam breaking, she has no problem sitting in that mess. I fear for her later in life.
At least I can take solace in that it wasn't poop coming out of the diaper. That is a lot more difficult to clean up than pee and certainly something I don't want to deal with before my morning coffee.
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