It seems Abby had a hard time keeping her pee inside her diaper yesterday. Twice I was doused with the urine of my child. First, when we were hanging out on the couch after a feeding, content and smiling, warmth spread across my lap which at first made me doubt my own continence. After all, she was the one wearing a diaper. A quick check in with my bladder proved me wrong and I stared at the only other culprit in the room. She formed a half grin with her gummy mouth and cocked her head to one side. Guilty as charged.
That evening, again on the couch after feeding that same sensation crept across my belly. I'm being peed on - again! Please take her! I shouted to Mark. These are the sort of incidents that should only happen once in a day, so I think I was entitled to a bit of a freak out. A loose diaper tab was to blame this time around. What is wrong with these diapers, anyway?
Two baths for Abby and 2 showers for mom later, and we're all dry now. After a half-assed night's sleep, I am just grateful it wasn't coming from the other end.
I just loving reading Abby's log. You are such
a great writer! It helps me feel more a part of your lifes too when I can read about the day to day adventures....Kiss Abby for me
Love Mom
Posted by: Grandma | 05/24/2004 at 12:25 PM