Shit in the bed

Mason used to sleep with us when he was a newborn. He was constantly throwing up so I felt more comfortable with him closer.

One night, I woke up to feed him when I felt soft, warm stuff that could only be one thing - shit! It leaked out of his diaper! I picked him up and shouted, "Honey!!" "What?!" he replied, shocked that I had woken him. "Shit! On the bed!!" I said. "Where?!" he asked. "My side!!" I told him. "Oh," and he turned his back to me and went to sleep. I had to bust a towel out to lay down over the watery shit and sleep on because the husband wouldn't even wake up long enough for me to change the sheet!