Baby was up 3-4 times (I lost track), calling for us and basically demanding our presence in his bedroom. Each time, I was forced to get up (lest he wake his sleeping brothers) to go SHUSH him and cover him up with his blankets.
Eldest approached my bedside at some point, requesting that I blow his nose for him because he was "snuffy". But he didn't just come up to me and ask. He simply STOOD there at the side of my bed, STARING at me until I awoke. Seriously.
But the kicker was Middle. I happened to hear him shuffling to the potty in his feety pajamas. And then the shrieking (as only a child who had colic for 6 months can shriek). "Shit", I thought as I groped for my (coke-bottle) glasses and stumbled to the bathroom. I flicked on the light, causing both of us to squint at the unexpected brightness. "My unders are wet", he wailed. I tried to be soothing, as inside I silently seethed at myself for being so frigging cheap and not wanting to spend any more money on Pullups.
Then I assessed the damage to his bed. Total ruination by pee. Sighing, I went into Mommy Efficiency Mode, stripping the bed and tossing the sopping heap into a pile in the hallway to be dealt with at a more reasonable hour. So Middle slept the rest of the night on top of his bare mattress and bare pillow (how the HELL did he manage to piss on the pillowcase?), snuggled up in the few remaining blankets that somehow escaped the Super Soaking.
Needless to say, 5:45 a.m. came a little too quickly today.