It was 5 minutes before midnight. I was in the bathroom brushing my teeth when I heard Sophie coming down the steps. I knew it was her (Elsa had just woke up moments before and already crawled into our bed). But her footsteps sounded a little different (as I hear them every single night right around this time). I knew something was off.
Her pajama pants were soaked.
It has been so long since she has had an accident that I can't even remember. It still makes my heart skip a beat (in a happy way) that she is potty-trained. So proud of her.
Anyway... So Brandon and I cleaned her up and slipped some new pjs on her. And I went on the hunt for the pee spot...thinking it was probably going to be in her bed. Nope. It was those cute little pee-soaked footprints in front of her bathroom door. She tried. Just didn't make it.
(By the way, I just think I am in an extremely good mood tonight because I went to a workshop on ADHD and met a very knowledgeable psychiatrist that is willing to take us on as a new patient even after explaining Sophie's complicated history. Her ADHD has been wearing on me but even more so is trying to find the help/support that we need to deal with this issue. It seems the medical community is more focused on her epilepsy and how complicated and different her case is because of her brain surgery. The psychiatrist did admit that he has not treated anyone like Sophie but that it didn't mean that he wouldn't try his best to help us. See...it doesn't take much to make me happy.)