She's done pretty well; I think we're about half and half with dry vs. wet mornings. And really, that's better than I thought she'd do, considering she usually runs in for her snuggle with a pretty full diaper hanging off her bum.
Anyway. This morning, at 2am, I was woken up to help her get cleaned up and change her sheets for her. To me, it seems like a step in the right direction that she didn't sleep through the night despite being wet.
But this isn't about that.
Just as I was getting her back into her bed, my stomach lurched. I had to get Husband up to help her finish getting settled, and I ran to the bathroom. My stomach was apparently so furious about something that I ate yesterday that I needed to spend an hour in the bathroom crying, while it emptied itself of everything ever.
But this isn't about that either.
What it is about is the fact that someone's grandma told me a long time ago that you have to cover your mouth when you're yawning, or spirits (multiple? I was never quite sure) will fly in your mouth and take over your body. That's why babies shouldn't go to funerals.
And that's why, at 3:30 this morning, while desperately wishing that I could just fall asleep, I was lying in my bed trying not to inhale ghosts.
|I bet ghosts taste dusty.|