In my last post I may have explained that Midi struggled to do the obligatory post-op wee before being discharged from hospital. She dribbled, she got let out. Bonus.
That night, Midi came into bed for a cuddle. I’m not made of stone – my baby had just had an op, so we snuggled in. Maybe an hour later I woke up having a night sweat. Blimey, proper hot flush time! I wiped at the sweat on my collar bone. Crikey, I really was drenched! Maybe I am going through an early menopause after all? Ha, that belligerent doctor can look down her nose at someone else when I report this! I’m right after all – like grandmother like mother like daughter, menopause at 40. Wow, I’m actually really hot. And soggy. Very soggy. In fact, the duvet’s soaking, my PJs are sopping… and … so’s Midi. And she’s recently drunk 2 pints of liquid and had a bag of saline… NOOO!!!!
Yep. She Achieved bladder control *after* drenching our bed. It even seeped through a waterproof undersheet. My bit of the mattress is wrecked.
Every night since then (28 Nov), I’ve managed to wake enough to frog-march her to the toilet every time she’s sneaked into bed. And now that she no longer snores, it’s harder to hear her. Minx!