Wet.

Last night, my darling creature woke coughing the strangest noise... it sounded like a weak smack to a bum... no really, that's what it sounded like.  Go ahead, smack your butt.  Weakly.

That was her cough.  A quiet cracking expel of air... Poor ducky...

Her cough and subsequent cry made me go check to see if she was okay.  As I leaned over, I put my hand in a warm squishy spot - she peed her bed.  Like, a LOT of pee.  One of those "wow, I should hand in my parent card, because this kid clearly hasn't emptied her bladder in 9 days" sized pees.

That's fine.  She's getting sick, she even skipped her bath, where I now know she must pee copious amounts into (judging by the size of her pee), and was so tired she went out in a matter of seconds.

I cleaned her up, moved her into my bed, stripped her bed (oh, and this is midnight, about 45 minutes after I'd fallen asleep - so my head feels like I've been hit by a truck), put it on to wash... curl into bed... and wake up two hours later.

Miraculously, she still had some pee in there.  Like she DID have some pee in there - it's now soaking into my leg.

So.  I strip MY bed, put a pull-up on her (*sob* I don't weaaaaaaaar pull ups moooooooommy!) toss it down the stairs (one load in the middle of the night is my max... I found out.) REMAKE my bed, and go to sleep fervently praying the pull-up doesn't leak. 

Thirty four.  And my bed crinkles like I'm 3.  And last night, I was glad for it.