'Twas the Night of... Bodily Fluids?

So a couple of days ago, I read a blog post about bedsharing. We bedshare and co-sleep, so I knew it would be a great read. It was humorous and mentioned many of the funny things that have happened to this particular family in bed. I just spent 20 minutes looking for the post and I can't find it. I always like to share what inspires me... but with my Momnesia acting up, I've remembered the content and not the source! So you're out of luck there.

In the post, the dad talked about one night when they had to change the sheets... five times. Someone sat up and puked, so he and his wife changed the sheets. Again, someone sat and puked... another sheet change. And so on, until morning finally came. I giggled in my head the whole time and thought "wow, we are so lucky to have never dealt with THAT before!"

As soon as I thought it, I knew I was screwed. I immediately wanted to un-think it.

Naturally, we had a bedsharing event last night! The baby woke up around 4 A.M. and because I did the dream feed, I punched JD in the back (nicely, of course!) and asked him to get up with Lucas. He did, and fed the babe a bottle. I rolled over and snuggled back into my pillow.

And then I hear the hiccup. And then a gasp. My MomRadar went off and the light was instantly on. Lucas had puked all over the bed and both of us. Yep, I knew it! My stupid thoughts jinxed us. 

I don't know if you've ever made a bed in a camper before, but it's not easy! There is very little wiggle room and zero space to set your linens, either clean OR dirty. Add to that the mental fog that comes with 4 A.M. and a pukey kid... It's a miracle, but we got the sheets changed and everyone settled back down.... 45 minutes later.

I thought it was over. Surely it was over, right?

Of course not. Morning came and I saw our older son playing in the connected bathroom. I called him over to the bed for snuggles. I wrapped my arms around him and my forearm was soaked. The damn diaper leaked. Fantastic.

See, a few days earlier, I bought some cheapie diapers at Publix. I didn't have any coupons for the name-branders so I just went with the generic and kept that $3 (take that, Huggies!). I've never used the Publix brand before but I was sure they would be fine.

They are not fine.

I got up and changed Mason, even though I had every intention of snuggling up to him and going back to sleep for another 30 minutes or so. After, he raced to his bed and said "uh oh, Mama! Uh oh!"

Uh oh, indeed, my friend.

His diaper leaked all over his bed. His cheap, foam, camper mattress. With no waterproof cover on it. Awesome.

This morning found me outside in my pajamas with some crazy bed-hair, being oogled by a nosy neighbor while I sprayed down this cheap bunkbed mattress. I left it outside, trusting in the Florida sun to get the stain out.

It seems like the sun and I were indeed able to save the mattress. A good thing too, because I have no idea where to even start to get one of these replaced!

And so we've come to the end of my silly tale. I hope you've gotten a giggle or two. ;) I'll leave you with this. Though I doubt the artist ever thought this quote would be likened to bedtime woes, we did indeed tackle a difficult task or two last night. Climb your hills and have a wonderful Saturday night!