Do you ever just sometimes know it's going to be one of those days? I knew that this morning.
It actually began just before midnight. Grace woke up crying and sweating and howling. That's always so wonderful. I got her calmed down and back to sleep. At one o'clock Sam woke up and wanted a bottle. Then he woke up again at five. That's when it happened.
We always change him on our bed. I laid him down and had him unfastened. Remember, I'm not really awake. He peed on my hand. Now, when pee hits your hand, what are you going to instinctively do? Right. Pull your hand away. Only when you do that, the wipe that was helping absorb and deflect is gone. Then what happens? Right. Your bed gets peed on.
I love my son.
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