Here's the kicker:
After I got Jacob bathed this morning, we went into the bedroom to get him dressed. I pulled up the sheets to look for his t-shirt and there, in the middle of the bed, was a big, wet spot. Pee. Do you realize last night we finally put the sheets back on the bed? All week without them. I triple-folded a towel and put it under Jacob. All night long I made sure it was still under him. Two diapers, remember. Two diapers, triple-folded towel - and he still leaked through!
This is the biggest contributing factor to my feeling as if I've been hit by a bus. To have the opression coming at you from home base is one thing, but to have the universe spit in your face like that, it's just the icing on the cake.
posted by xmas @ 10:11 AM
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You don't know me as I am a relatively new reader, but I just wanted to say: Sweetie, I am so sorry you are going through this. Your writing is heartbreakinly eloquent, and I just feel so sad for both you and Jacob. I also understand the conflicting emotions, the love vs. the resentment. I get it too... though not as profoundly. And mainly it has to do with my work vs. my 3 1/2 year old. Something as fundamental as sleep... well, I think I'd be about where you are.
Again, I'm so sorry. I hope you soon find a solution - and a big hug for all you have gone through. Take care.
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