Last night Emma slept through the night without peeing! (See yesterday’s post.) In brief we are using a device much like those irritating car alarms except that this alarm is smaller and secured to the shoulder of her nightgown. I am coming around to the belief it serves a dual purpose and would be an excellent method of torture in warfare against the enemy.
I barely slept in anticipation of the alarm going off at any second and when it didn’t, began to question whether it was in fact working. To verify, every 15 to 30 minutes I “checked” the sheets underneath Emma to be sure she had not wet them yet.
At 5:30AM the alarm sounded (Emma had inadvertently set it off in her struggle to remove the sensor from her underwear) and since I was fully awake and had been for a good portion of the night, was a bit better at helping her remove the sensor than yesterday’s almost comical attempts. Only this time, having successfully unclasped the sensor still attached to the alarm, which was pinned to the shoulder seam of her nightgown, I could not shut the alarm (ie my voice) off. Being confronted at 5:30AM by ones own voice repeatedly shouting – Emma! Wake up! It’s time to pee! – was brutal.
Poor Emma having done her part, (peed in the toilet) said to me in an irritated tone, “Turn it off!”
“I’m trying!” I cried.
“Ach!” Emma responded. It was an utterance of profound exasperation. Either that or her German heritage is taking hold in ways we could not have anticipated.
I was eventually able to dry the sensor sufficiently to turn the alarm off. Emma had long since returned to bed, shouting out to me, “No!” when my recorded voice continued to irrationally demand she get up and go pee.
The alarm is certainly doing its intended job and so much more. We continue – 11 weeks and 5 nights to go!