There are things about parenting that terrify me. The first day of kindergarten, first lost tooth (I am NOT squeamish, but this give me the willies), the sex talk, and let’s not even talk about the teen years. Right now there is one thing that basically scares the shit out of me, putting Jack to bed without a pull-up. When I think about it I start sweating and my heart races a little bit. It’s an insane reaction, I know, but I can’t help it!
Jack has been waking up completely dry for a couple months now. And before that he only had the occasional wet pull-up. He wakes up and calls for us if he needs to go potty. He’s ready. I know he is. The problem is I am not. It’s not that I’m not ready for my baby to be done with pull-ups (those things are expensive!), I really am ready for those to disappear. I’m not even that afraid of bed-wetting. What I’m afraid of is middle of the night sheet changes, cleaning up Jack and pajama changes.
I was actually thisclose to dumping the pull-up over Christmas. The morning before I was going to make the switch he had a soaking wet pull-up when he woke. I chickened out and pulled the plug on the idea. Of course he hasn’t had a wet pull-up since. Figures.
So now I need to get over myself. My kid is clearly ready to sleep without a pull-up. So we may have to deal with some accidents. It’s no big deal right? Tell me I’m just a chicken and that I just need to do it and be done with it already.
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