The last 4 words you want to hear from your 2 year old!
My daughter has a hard time with schedule changes... They make her a little neurotic and she has trouble sleeping.
We were facing one of *those* nights where she could not settle down. Her restlessness had me on edge.
We went through the whole bedtime routine...dinner...bath...gummy bears...kiss grandma goodnight...read two books...and a few minutes cuddling in bed...good night!
The routine typically runs from 6:30pm-8:00pm if I'm lucky. Sometimes a little later.
Well on this night, she couldn't deal with me leaving...and I guess that I wasn't strong enough to let her cry a little bit. Every time I tried to leave, it was a total melt down. OR, she just laid across me and pleaded with me to stay. Really, how could you say no?
After about 45 minutes of lying with her in the bed, I was about to crawl out of my skin. I finally kissed her and told her I loved her...and she sobbed as I walked out the door.
I made a cup of tea and went to the back porch to gather my senses. All went quiet. I let out a deep sigh and proceeded to blog...
Then, about 10:30pm it happened...
I heard a faint noise...
I went to check on my daughter...
And I heard the 4 words that you never want to hear from a 2 year old in the middle of the night.
As I turned on the light, I knew it would be bad...but I didn't expect it to be that bad!
The "poopie" that should have been contained in a size 4 pair of Pamper's Baby Dry diapers was smeared all over the bed. After removing said Pamper's diaper, she had tried to clean up herself with a blanket, a pillow, and her hands.
I have never seen a child so covered in "poopie".
With a calm head, I went straight for the wipes...knowing that this might take half a box.
I took off her pajamas and managed to clean the upper half of her body...when there was a look of terror on her face as she said...
I picked her up, with a slight twinge of guilt for holding her at arms length...and rushed her to the bathroom.
Sigh...We made it just in time!
After cleaning a traumatized 2 year old, I set about changing the sheets on the bed. Thank goodness for waterproof mattress pads or I would have had to burn this one!
Like a shell-shocked victim, she just kept repeating "Ooops...Sorry...Big Poopie!" until we curled up in bed and I gently played with her hair. Who needs sanity or sleep? I just need my poopie princess. Sweet Dreams!
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