There must be something in the air. Something in the water. Something in the breastmilk.
I woke up to nurse Julian at 2 a.m. only to discover he had completely soaked through his diaper and pajamas. Ugh. (That, thankfully, hasn’t happened in months.)
Then this morning, I woke up to Ava telling me that she had peed in her pajamas and her bed was wet. Ugh again. (Thankfully again, this rarely happens.)
Lots of laundry in store for me today. Loads of fun. ;o)