Seriously. I’m just thankful that we survived last night. I was pretty much awake the entire night because I felt like I couldn’t breathe. And around 2:45a, Charlie woke up screaming. I went to check on him, and discovered that he had not only gotten completely out of his pj’s and his diaper (which was clean and dry) but he was now sitting in the largest, most disgusting pile/puddle of diarrhea that I had ever seen. Of course I totally freaked out and yelled for Bob, who then in turn, started filling the bath tub. I tried to salvage what items I thought could still be put in the washer, but everything else went into a trash bag. Seriously, it was pretty awful.
Once we got him back into bed, he woke up another 3 times before finally sleeping for good. Me? Well … I think I finally fell asleep around 6am. So when morning came, I was running pretty rough.
But we survived. So hopefully tonight will be completely uneventful.