Baby Time
Baby Time
Baby Time Part One
A true story
I had been told the best thing to do, would be to treat Mike like the baby he needs tobe to feel safe and get better. To be honest I had never really taken it as far as I shouldhave, but tonight that was to change.
The first step was to sit down with Tommy Mike's younger brother, and explain hispart to him. Tommy was to help out with the baby's care, just little things (all a 7 year oldcan do) help in changing and dressing the baby. In exchange for this help Tommy wouldsee an increase in his weekly allowance.
Tommy was a little nervous about caring for his 15 year old "baby brother" after allMike was twice his age, even if he wasn't acting that way, but Tommy was willing to do it.Just to see how things would go, I sent Tommy in to try to change Mike, and I watchedfrom the hallway to see what would happen.
Tommy quietly and nervously walked up to Mike's crib and lowered the rail. Withoutsaying a word he climbed up on the edge of the bed and started to unsnap the legs andcrotch of Mike's sleeper. "What are you doing?" Mike asked surprised with Tommy'spresence. "Mom said I should change your diaper." Tommy said matter of fact.
Mike looked like he was about to yell for me when Tommy added "and if you complainI have to spank you, and if you try to stop me, mom will spank you!" Mike closed hismouth and laid back deciding not to get himself into trouble.
Tommy finished unsnapping the sleeper and went on with his work. He undid thetapes on Mike's wet disposable diaper, and Mike instinctively raised his butt up soTommy could slide out the wet diaper. With a surprising amount of skill (I guess fromwatching me) Tommy rolled the diaper up and taped it shut tossing it across the room tothe trash can.
Tommy then got down off the bed, got a clean diaper and the tub of baby wipes fromthe dresser, and returned to his work once more. He carefully wiped Mike clean and slidthe fresh diaper under him. He was just about to tape it when he stopped, and got backoff the bed, remembering that he needed to powder Mike before closing the diaper.
Finally finished Tommy snapped Mike's sleeper back in place, got down from thebed, and raised the side gate back up locking Mike in. Mike went back to watching TV asTommy put the tub of wipes and powder back on the dresser and left the room.
Baby Time Part Two
Bath and Bed Time
Lowering the side of the crib as I turn off the TV with the remote. "Mikey, come on,It's time for your bath." Mike was a little surprised to be getting his bath so early, but hedidn't say anything.
Mike walked in front of me to the bathroom, being led by my hand on his shoulder.Once in the bathroom, I started the water running, and sat on the toilet cover (you knowthe fuzzy pink one) With Mike standing in front of me, I unzipped his sleeper, and let itdrop to his ankles.
Next I untapped his diaper, throwing it in the trash can. Mike put his hands on myshoulder for support as he stepped out of his sleeper. I helped Mike into the tub with aplayful slap to his now naked backside.
Mike is used to being given a bath by now, in fact he not only likes it, but requestedit. I did a thorough job of cleaning him from head to toe, including between his toes, andeven cleaning under the skin of his penis.
Since it is still a little early I allow Mike to just sit and play in the tub for 5 minutesbefore getting him out and drying him off. Wrapped in a towel, Mike and I walk back to hisroom, where Tommy is waiting to dress him for bed. I leave Tommy to do his work and godown to the kitchen to get him his bedtime bottle.
I return with the warm bottle, and find Mike already diapered and in a clean sleeperready for bed. I sent Tommy to go get ready for his bath, while I tuck Mike in for the night."Mom did I do something bad?" Mike asked surprised by his early bedtime. "No honey,you weren't bad, Daddy and I just decided that little boys need their rest, and a regularbedtime routine. "
Mike replied with a simple "Oh" I finished tucking Mike in, said my goodnight, andleft the room at exactly 8pm (his new bedtime), turning off the light as I left. I knew Iwould be back, to do some net surfing on the family computer which is in his bedroom soI can be near him, but I wanted to get Tommy ready for bed, and give Mike time to fallasleep.
Tommy is easier to get ready for bed. I ran his bath water for him, and left him tobathe. At 8:15 I went to Tommy's room, and found him playing Nintendo in the nude (anew sport?), waiting for me to get him ready for bed, and hoping to finish level 7 of SuperMario World. I let him finish, then had him shut off the system and get in bed.
With tommy in bed, I went to his dresser and got a thick nighttime cloth diaper a pairof blue diaper pins and a pair of clear plastic pants. Tommy (who has no bladdercontroldue to physical injury) prefers cloth diapers, where
Mike (no bladder control due to medical reasons) prefers disposable. I diaperedTommy, and let him pick out his PJs for the night. It was no surprise to me that he pickedhis Mighty Morphin Power Rangers PJs. Tommy put his PJs on, and got under the coversof his twin bed. I gave Tommy a kiss on the forehead, as he rolled over on his side andwent to bed at his normal bedtime of 8:30. For the first time in a long time, both boys arein bed at a reasonable time, giving me the time to write this part of the continuing truestory of My sons.
Baby Time Part Three
Late Night Feeding
Quietly I slip into his room, and silently lower the rail on his crib. My mission: Tochange his diaper and leave without waking him. Slowly and quietly I unsnap each of thesnaps on the inside legs and crotch of his sleeper. He fidgets a little as I untape hisdiaper, but he doesn't awaken.
Gently I wipe his genitals clean, and sprinkle powder on him. Methodically I re-snapthe snaps of his sleeper, and cover him with his blankly. Backing away, I raise the siderail of the crib until, I hear the locking "click".
Mike starts to move around at the sound of the click, and his eyes slowly opened, soclose I came to not waking him, but now he is up and cranky. "sh .hhh, quiet little one, I'llget you a nice bottle of juice, I'll be right back."
Having lost my battle, I tip toe quietly downstairs (in an attempt not to awakenTommy) fill a clean bottle with some apple juice, and bring it to my baby. Again Loweringthe crib rail, I sat against the back of the crib, with Mike laying in my lap. I gently rub hisshoulders as he drinks from his bottle.
A few minutes later, he is asleep again, with the half empty bottle dangling from hismouth. Ever so softly I lift Mike up and slide out from under him, laying him down on hispillow. I laid his bottle at his side in case he wakes again in the night. I raise the sideagain, but this time he does not wake. Taking a moment to just look at my little angellaying there in slumber, I excuse myself from the room, and finally after a long day putmyself to bed.