Rusty Bed Springs

I'm going to 'air some dirty laundry' (hee hee, i can hardly stand how funny I am.) here today. We're in a family crisis, with a capital 'P'. (There I go again! Just a joke-a-minute.)

Salem has been wetting the bed quite frequently. She was having another nightmare about robots Monday night, Chuk went in to calm her down and in his usual style, passed out next to her. He woke up soaking wet while she was freaking out about how she wet the bed. "Oh no! Daddy! Wake up, something terrible has happened! I PEED!" We all got up, cleaned her and the sheets then climbed into our dry bed together to get some much needed rest.

Last night, she snuck into our bed. I woke up from the chorus of snorring to find her snuggled in with us. Then Chuk stirred and nonchalantly said, "Let's hope she didn't pee....AHHH!" This time it was I soaking in a puddle of urine. I HATE that feeling of wet sheets and undies stuck to my bum; it's terrible.

Here we are, two nights in a row of bedwetting. I'm nervous to find what tonight holds and am wondering if we need to revert back to pullups at bedtime? (I LOVE to spend money on diapers! Just about as much as I like to jam thumbtacks into my retinas.) Is she steering her ship into nightly bedwetting territory? Should I hunker down for years of this super fun activity or do you suppose it's just a couple of accidents?