It is 3:26 a.m.
Katherine woke up crying, and I jumped out of bed to give her a bottle.
While getting her bottle ready, I was holding Katherine, and notice she started to squirm around quite a bit.
Being more than half asleep, I ignored her for the most part.
But then I had the vague sensation of my shirt being wet.
Still being half asleep, I figured some water from the sink had splashed on me.
Then I had notice the smell of urine.
It was getting stronger with every second.
Still being half asleep, I did what seems unfanthomable to those fully awake.
I pretended I didn't smell anything. Denial is wonderful at 3:26 a.m.
I proceeded to feed Katherine, while in my head, the thought kept repeating itself over and over again in my head -- "Boy, it sure smells funny in this room. Did I spill some milk on the couch earlier today?"
Luckily, as I began to wake up while Katherine was feeding, it slowly dawned on me . . .
"Hm . . . wet shirt + smell of urine = Katherine's diaper must have just leaked on me!"
I changed Katherine's diaper, Katherine's PJ's, and Daddy's shirt.
I never claimed to be a rocket scientist at 3:26 a.m.!