October 28, 2010
A little daily ritual
Someday, I will not have to change the sheets on my bed everyday. Why, you may ask, do I change the sheets everyday? Is it because I am a clean freak? Clearly not if you saw my house. Do I just like to do laundry? No, not really, and even if I did really like laundry, I have plenty without my bed sheets to satisfy my craving. And no, Husband does not wet the bed, neither do I for that matter, and believe it or not, the baby isn't the reason for the daily bed change. My friends, let me tell you why I do this daily ritual. Husband gets up out of bed to go to work around 4:30am. I fall back to sleep after feeding Caleb about that time and when I wake up, Isaiah has crawled in bed with me. When we get up for the day, Isaiah is soaked. Not just full diaper soaked, but wet pants and shirt. He leaves a huge wet pee soaked spot on Husband's side of the bed, wet pj's, saturated diaper. You may think "Well, get him potty trained". If only it were that easy!! Or "Why doesn't Husband change his diaper when he gets up for work?" Well, that's because Isaiah is still sleeping when Husband leaves...and I don't wake up when he crawls up in bed because, well, I'm tired from the nighttime feedings. I suppose we could wake him up in the middle of the night and change him, I have considered that, but with as horrible of a sleeper that Isaiah is, I changed my mind. You wouldn't wake him up in the middle of the night to change him either, trust me. Bedtime is a huge battle we've been fighting with him for a long, long time so once he finally goes to sleep, we don't want to wake him up. We've tried limiting drinks, and he goes to bed with a fresh clean diaper every night. Sometimes he will sit and use the potty before bed...other times he just plain refuses to sit and try. We've tried so many things (that have failed), every old wives tale, every trick others have used, all have failed. I've decided Isaiah has a bladder the size of the water tower, and can store fluid like a camel. I've even gone so far to do a little dance around a fire and gave a sacrifice of a pack of diapers, hoping to appeal to the dry diaper gods, or at least to the not-saturated-and-overflowing, diaper gods. They haven't heard me. I may need to go buy a few more sets of sheets, maybe a set for each day of the week. I guess I could look at the bright side - if Husband irritates me, I could always NOT change the sheets!