Wet Nights

standard June 27, 2011 1 response

When the clock ticks past my bedtime and into that no-mans-land where my bed calls to me as loudly as the laundry and the dishes and my legs refuse to let me get off the couch to tend to either, my list of tasks seems insurmountable.

Some nights I just wish I could shut down my computer and slide into bed, but if I did that the house would be permanently in disarray and the laundry would never get done.

I reward myself after all the chores are finally done with a little trip into the girls’ room.

I stretch up to check on C snug in her top bunk – pulling the covers over her body and tucking her doggy next to her head.

Then I swoop down to check on Little L. It’s still a shock to see her in a big girl bed and not in a crib. It’s amazing to me that she’s big enough to fill the space so well.

I fix the covers around her slumbering form and reach down to pat her tush. More often than not her diaper is soaked and needs to be changed.

I grumble about the fact that she’s not dry at night yet, but secretly I savor that late night diaper change. She’s so sweet and trusting in her sleep, letting me maneuver her pajamas off, slipping off her wet diaper, and replacing it with a dry one.

Once in a while she smiles at me in her sleep or murmurs a quiet “I love you, mommy.”

Is it really any surprise that I’m in no hurry for her to be dry at night?

That said, getting her out of diapers and into training pants that she can get herself in and out of would make our bedtime routine exponentially less painful. She all too often waits until the lights have been turned off too call out to us, cheerfully informing us that she needs to go potty. Since she can’t yet put her own diaper on, we have to go to her assistance, giving her some of that coveted my-sister-is-asleep-and-I’m-up-past-my-bed-time fun. Too many nights we’re tempted to just tell her to pee in her diaper, but I’m always scared that that will just promote some serious bedwetting down the road.

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The sweetness of the middle of the night diaper intervention

standard November 27, 2008 2 responses

Every night before getting into bed I tiptoe into the girls’ room. I listen for a moment to make sure everything is right – quiet breathing from both beds, humidifier hiss, space heater hum. I tuck C back under her covers – she tends to sleep with one leg slung over the duvet, like me, and if my grandmother is to be believed, like my grandfather used to – and then I grab a clean diaper and gingerly make my way around the toy booby traps littered everywhere to Little L’s side of the room.

I quietly lower the side of the crib and gently roll my sleeping baby onto her back. I do a quick butt pat to see if her diaper feels squishy and full, and, since it usually is, I gently unzip her fleecy pajamas. As the cool air hits her round belly her little legs jerk up in protest and her face scrunches itself into a comical irritated grimace. She flails around for a moment until her hands encounter a stray pacifier, which she maneuvers into her mouth without ever opening her eyes.

She instantly relaxes back into sleep and her legs straighten themselves out. I slide first one pudgy foot out and then the other, holding them both in the air so I can slide the clean diaper under her. Her feet are warm and soft and I can never resist planting a gentle kiss on the tender soles.

I change her diaper quickly and marvel at how small and pudgy and babyish she appears in the dead of the night. There’s no frenetic movement, no clingyness, no whining, crying, just sweet sleeping baby. Asleep like this and so trusting of me she is once again my sweet innocent baby, not the fiercely independent toddler, desperate to keep up withe her older sister, constantly moving, talking, growing.

I make sure her diaper is snug and slide her legs back into the jammies. I zip them up carefully and roll her back onto her side before covering her with a light blanket. I strategically scatter her pacifiers around her head, check that her sippy is filled with water, and brush her hair back from her face before murmuring a quiet I love you.

She rarely wakes during these stealth night time diaper changes; they’re my secret moment with my baby, my plump sweetly sleeping baby.