A surprising but not unusual odor greeted her – the pungent smell of ammonia.
Urine? Jordan?! Since when…? Oh, poor baby…
Sally’s heart broke for her daughter as what had happened couldn’t have been more obvious. The whole room reeked of the smell of stale pee. Jordan was no doubt soaked and she appeared still fast asleep. Immediately, Sally felt guilty for the ways in which she had piled on responsibilities and pulled back on attention and parenting.
Poor girl…she must have been absorbing all of this…she probably hasn’t known what to do with it…maybe she even thought it was her fault…oh poor thing! As Sally processed the scene a single tear streamed down her cheek and her daughter rolled over clutching a teddy bear.
Jordan didn’t see her mom peering in the door at first with her focus entirely on the wetness she felt all over her chest and stomach, crotch, legs, and rear end. As she woke a little more, she could smell it too.
Pee? She thought.
It couldn’t have been more obvious, urine has a distinct odor especially after it’s been exposed to the open air for any length of time – and from what she could feel with her free left hand, there was a LOT of it.
Just as she was pulling back the covers to survey the damage, Jordan noticed the door move. Quickly (but reluctantly because they were so wet and – gross) she pulled the covers back over her. It was Mom.
“Mom! What are you doing? Don’t you know how to knock!?” Jordan whispered in harsh tones.
“I’m really sorry sweetie, I was just checking on you this morning – I knew yesterday and last night were really hard and I just wanted to see you.” Sally decided to just tell the truth.
Touched, but feeling skeptical, Jordan whispered, “Mom you need to knock before you come in here. And isn’t it like 5 in the morning?”
