When I woke at 4:45 this morning to feed Kylie, I realized as I was changing her that her diaper had leaked and there was a nice wet spot soaked through 3 layers of bedding. No big deal. You expect that with new babies. I change her bedding, feed her, and go back to sleep for a couple more hours.
Now, its 8:15 and Kyra has been jabbering away in her crib for a while, so I finally make the trek down the hall to get her up. Not surprisingly, she isn't wearing the pajama pants I had put her in last night before bed. This has happened a few times before, however, as I approach her it comes to my attention that this time, she has removed her diaper as well. Ugh, I don't even want to know what she's been doing with her diaper as I'm sure it's soaked from last night. I grab the diaper and notice that it is shockingly dry.... this can't be good. As my mind tries to process how in the world her diaper could be so dry after a full 12 hours of sleep it occurs to me that she had to have taken it off BEFORE she fell asleep. Uh-oh... definitely not good. I lift her blanket... its wet. My hand swipes over her sheets... also wet. Her favorite teddy bears... wet. Her pajama shirt... wet. I'm less than thrilled, but slightly humored at the same time. Kyra acts as if nothing were out of sorts. She smiles, grabs both her bears and hugs them against her face, and then bounces toward me to get her out of her crib. All I can think about is how I'm going to get those bears away from her long enough to put them through the wash. I knew when I had kids that I'd have to face the bed wetting eventually, however, in my ignorance I assumed it wouldn't happen until we were in the "potty training phase". Life never ceases to surprise me.
As I'm writing this, I've successfully washed and dried both Kyra and Kylie's bedding; one teddy bear is currently taking a ride in the dryer; and, I'm sending up a prayer of thanks that Kyra's bowels decided to take the night off.