Sometimes I think that hearing about another parent’s or person’s experience with something that is making you, or someone that you care about miserable makes it easier to cope, so here is my story about bedwetting. I was a normal, happy child, from a secure loving home. Things were good in my life. I was socially active, always felt secure and loved by my family and our close friends. The only true issue I remember having as a child was bedwetting. My mother would get me up in the middle of the night to go potty, not allow anything to drink with in an hour of bedtime… anything she could think of.
The truth is that when I was 8, I finally “grew out of it” according to our family doctor. To get through, my mother got creative… waterproofing the mattress, getting me up to go potty several times in the night… we didn’t have pull ups yet in those days, but I made it, and you and your child will too. The key for us was my mother’s love and patience…
