...You wake up at 1:30am to your toddler screaming and roll yourself out of bed amidst groans and creaks to see what is wrong
...You try to comfort and rock said toddler (to no avail) and notice his pants are wet
...You wrestle him out of his pants and diaper and into a fresh set and wonder how you'll get up off the floor
...Just as you stand you realize your own pants are soaked through
This is when you ponder which one of three things might have happened:
1. Your water broke at 26 weeks. Scary. No, terrifying.
2. You just wet your pants and, in the process, peed on your son. But is it even possible to pee yourself while you are (fairly) wide awake and not even notice?
3. Your son just peed on you. This is the hoped for scenario because it happens here and there and is no cause for alarm. You wonder how he could be the culprit if your pants are wetter than his.
This motherhood (pregnancy included) thing is no joke.
[For the record, Ray stumbled in with the desperation bottle and we were able to get him back to sleep (well, after 4 hours of trying that is). I am assuming it was a bad tummy ache because nothing else appeared to be wrong and he woke up groggy, but seemed himself.]
[Also for the record, I did call my midwife and was grilled about various symptoms. I have been instructed to take it easy and watch carefully for other signs of pre-term labor. Baby is moving lots and I haven't wet myself yet today so things look promising.]
Some mysteries are never meant to be solved, I suppose...
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