Friday, August 17, 2007

Water came out of your bed Mommy

This totally has nothing to do with writing, other than the fact that I am writing it, a'duh.

My three year old sleeps with me every night, which kicks my hubby right down onto the family room sofa, but that's beside the point. Anyway, last night she woke up, pushing hard on my shoulder to wake me. Her wide eyes full of fear as they tried hard to see my eyes through the dark room.
"Mommy, wake up, wake up. Hurry-water is coming out of the bed."

Her fear was so real as she tried to tug me out of the bed so this water wouldn't swallow me up and drown me. My dear young child was trying so desperately to save me.

"Hurry mommy, hurry. Look," she said tugging on her nightie. "It already got me all wet. Hurry mommy."

First I had to shake off a partial dream still in my foggy head before I realized exactly what was happening.

I felt her side of the bed, and it was wet. And by God she was right. Her nightie was soaked. Since I don't have a water bed I knew exactly what had happened.

I said, "Honey, it's okay. There's no water coming out of the bed. You went pee-pee. It's just an accident. I'll make it all..."

Before I could finish she interrupted as harshly as any three year old could.

"No I didn't. There's water coming out of the bed. See." By now I had the light on and her little innocent-there's no way I'd pee the bed finger was pointing at the big wet spot where *wink* water was coming out of it.

Needless to say, at three a.m. I am not arguing, explaining, or making anything up. I only had enough energy to clean her and the bed so I could just go back to sleep.

Finally we were all set. Everything was clean. I climbed in on my side of the bed and just before I was about the click the light off I realized she was standing on my side of the bed.

"What are you doing? Get into bed."

And with eyes and stance of any adult she said, "I AM NOT SLEEPING THERE. The water might come out of the bed again."

I slid over onto her side of the bed, turned the light off and snuggled next to my little big girl who for the first time since she was potty trained wet the bed.

Since she was entirely potty trained very early (she never wore a diaper or pull up, not even at night) by the time she was two months shy of three years old, and has never had an accident, I can see why she just couldn't imagine peeing the bed. It just would not, could not ever happen.

I wonder what's worse though???? Letting my kid fear we might drown while sleeping because I have a bed that gushes water at night, or tell her that sometimes kids have pee-pee accidents, and it really IS okay.

3 comments:

John Robison said...

Years ago, I had a water bed and it popped and I sank slowly into the water during the night. There was a liner so the water stayed in the frame, but I sank.

John Robison said...

And good luck with your writing . . . you never know what will happen. I wrote my first book last year, and it's coming out in 4 weeks, at age 50.

Lisa McMann said...

Wendy, how precious about your daughter!

(I know this is an older post, but I wanted to come by and thank you for stopping by my blog. Happy New Year!!)