I think we mentioned that Ava’s been waking up every night (morning) between 2 and 4 and crying in her bed. At which point, one of us gets up and brings her into our room. It’s frustrating.
Night before last, it was the same thing. Only upon waking in the morning, Ava mumbled something incoherently over and over. Leah kept asking Ava to repeat herself, and finally we were able to discern that Ava had wet our bed. Perfect. I was mad, but Leah was, as always, the picture of restraint and mollification. After we stripped the top sheet off the bed, the girls lay there for a while longer while I started getting ready for work (turns out the bed was only a little wet). At one point, Ava said, “I had a dream that I was going to the bathroom, but I woke up and I was in bed!” Funny little thing. Who among us hasn’t had that dream? I was suddenly a little less upset.
But only a little.