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The Wobbly Pee-er

He came in to get me in the middle of the night. "Dad, I think I'm wet."

Oh, you think? You're soaking wet. And you smell.


Then I notice something else...

These are NOT the same pajamas he had on when he went to bed.

"Buddy, did you change your pj's at some point?"

"The ones I had on were my favorite and I didn't want to have an accident in them."

You've got to be kidding me. He took off his favorite pajamas before going to bed, so he could put them back on after his accident.

I couldn't be mad in any way, shape, or form. It was brilliant. 

I cleaned him up, tucked him in — favorite pj's and all.

Two of our three kids had issues staying dry through the night. It's common. Heck, I'd like to get up less at night to go.

We consulted our docs. A pediatrician on our team wrote the book on bed wetting — literally. He's an expert in this field. He wrote a book.

There are methods to help. One method is to wake them up at night and take them to the bathroom. When you do, your child should have a code word to tell you. Why? Because this will get his mind going and assure he is truly awake. Thus, he'll gradually train himself to wake up at night.

We did the code word thing and failed miserably. Our first wobbly pee-er could not wake up enough, no matter what we did. 

We consulted our docs. Again.

They know that parenting is a challenge. We couldn't do the code word thing. They understood and said if they don't fully wake, it'll just take longer — but do what you have to do.

So we did. 

They would often miss, if you know what I'm saying, so we bought a pee shield, as pictured.



After a few years, the nights of having to take them stopped. It was a milestone we all were looking forward to for a very long time.

Then, the weirdest thing happened. I missed it.

Why did I miss taking them? It was a pain for sure, but about once a week, they'd mumble to me.

"Daddy. I love you."

When I worked the late evening shift:
"Daddy, you're home." And then a kiss.

When I went to work super early:
"Daddy. Have a good day at work." And then a kiss.


And occasionally:
"Daddy. Can I have the computer first when we wake up?"

I miss my wobbly pee-ers. But I have the memories, and solid ammo for future father-of-the-groom speeches!

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  1. What a great story. Time together with your kids, however it is spent is always precious. Makes for good conversations with their better halves when they get older.
    Fortunately for me with our son he was always an all night sleeper from the day we brought him home from the hospital. The doctor finally had to tell my wife to stop waking him in the middle of the night for a feeding. He said he will wake you when he is hungry. Be happy he is a sleeper.
    One of those shields would have been nice to have for him in later years. For me as I have now gotten older it is just easier to sit down.
    Have a good day Brian.

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  2. LOL. I missed read one part...
    I though you wrote..
    "Then, the weirdest thing happened. I missed" I was likeee ohhh NOO!!! LOLOLOL

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