The other night I was awakened by the usual "get up and change me feed me cater to my every whim now now now". Madame must have been in a good mood since the process took less than an hour. As I shuffled back to bed, I paused at Davey's door, pondering on whether or not to check in on him. After a moment, I quietly crept into the darkened room, aided only by the light from the vaporizer.
It took a moment for my eyes to adjust, but finally I was able to locate the small bundle of boy in the sea of blankets. As I gazed down upon him, it slowly dawned on me that something looked strange. Tentatively I reached out a hand, and sure enough I found myself patting a bare bottom sticking up in the air.
My first thought was "Shit!" followed by "Dear God please don't let there be any shit!"
After a moment of hesitant searching, I located the diaper (bone dry) and quickly discovered that one end of the bed was, yep...you guessed it...soaked.
As I reached for a fresh diaper, I pondered the success rate of hauling him out of bed, cleaning him up, putting him in fresh jammies, while stripping the bed and making it up again with clean sheet...while keeping him asleep, or at least not waking him fully up. Fat chance...this called for reinforcments...
I quietly snuck out of the room and crept back into our bedroom. Gently I stroked my sleeping hubby's foot. Softly I whispered "I need you..."
"Huh?" he sleepily asked.
"Davey peed all over the bed and I need help cleaning it up." I have to admit that I may have been a bit too cheery when I made my little announcement.
Somehow, and I am still not quite sure how, we managed to pull off the unthinkable. The hubby hauled the sleepy little guy out of the bed, stripped what was left of his jammies off, wiped him down and got him in fresh jammies & diaper while I stripped the bed and quickly remade it. With fresh blankies we carefully tucked Davey back into bed, none the wiser of what had just transpired.
I am happy to report that in the morning, Davey still had his diaper on, right up until the moment I stuck him in the bathtub...
I can't wait to see what he does for an encore...
It took a moment for my eyes to adjust, but finally I was able to locate the small bundle of boy in the sea of blankets. As I gazed down upon him, it slowly dawned on me that something looked strange. Tentatively I reached out a hand, and sure enough I found myself patting a bare bottom sticking up in the air.
My first thought was "Shit!" followed by "Dear God please don't let there be any shit!"
After a moment of hesitant searching, I located the diaper (bone dry) and quickly discovered that one end of the bed was, yep...you guessed it...soaked.
As I reached for a fresh diaper, I pondered the success rate of hauling him out of bed, cleaning him up, putting him in fresh jammies, while stripping the bed and making it up again with clean sheet...while keeping him asleep, or at least not waking him fully up. Fat chance...this called for reinforcments...
I quietly snuck out of the room and crept back into our bedroom. Gently I stroked my sleeping hubby's foot. Softly I whispered "I need you..."
"Huh?" he sleepily asked.
"Davey peed all over the bed and I need help cleaning it up." I have to admit that I may have been a bit too cheery when I made my little announcement.
Somehow, and I am still not quite sure how, we managed to pull off the unthinkable. The hubby hauled the sleepy little guy out of the bed, stripped what was left of his jammies off, wiped him down and got him in fresh jammies & diaper while I stripped the bed and quickly remade it. With fresh blankies we carefully tucked Davey back into bed, none the wiser of what had just transpired.
I am happy to report that in the morning, Davey still had his diaper on, right up until the moment I stuck him in the bathtub...
I can't wait to see what he does for an encore...
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