2011

“Young man i dont think anyone would think your twice my age your so lucky” i say playfully.  “plus its just you and me here relax your safe”

Good Poopie Monday Morning, still in baby mode off and on until this weekend, woke up about 1 hour ago and just squatted in my crib with my legs spread and filled my LFB BABY PARADE diaper with i think the biggest poopies i have done in a long while. With my diaper being wet it made my diaper very heavy and I fell back on my baby butt, i got back up on my knees and my full diaper will not let me close my legs all the way. Niece/Mommy must have heard me cause she came in with a baba for me and said she would be right back after getting my breakfast ready, now laying here just drinking baba and enjoying my poopie diaper.

Chapter 28 - Ticket to Babyland Wheeling the pram through the house and into the sitting room Amanda Featherstone felt like Mom who had just had a newborn. It had been some time since she had last been asked to care for a baby this small. Her last charge had been an older toddler. The girl had been close to being potty trained on arrival but fully diaper dependant when she and left four months later. Being an emergency carer was one thing, doing months of potty training was another. She had been through all of that with her own kids, puddles on the kitchen floor, carpets that had been peed on and poop painting in the crib during nap time. Four rounds of that was enough, it wasn’t something she was prepared to do again, ever.  That meant any of her temporary charges who were not fully potty trained or who had had a daytime accident found themselves promptly back in diapers. Diapers contained the accidents, keep her furniture and floors dry and maintained her sanity. Changing a few diapers a day was far easier than constantly cleaning up puddles and changing clothes. The baby that now occupied the playpen in her sitting room was a refreshing change. She would need a regimented routine of bottle feeding, naps, diaper changes, cuddles and playtime.  Parking the pram clear of the other furniture she inspected the bags of shopping that had been in the parcel tray when the Police had handed it over to her in the mall carpark. The first of the plastic shopping bags was branded with pastel coloured blocks announcing the the name of the baby store in the mall, ‘Tots to Teens’. Smiling she took it from the parcel tray and emptied its contents onto her dining room table. Diapers, washable cotton, size 27 x 27 inches, easily folded to fit either a baby like the infant amazon girl she had in the playpen or her older sister, which of the girls had the Mom brought them for she wondered. Next she inspected the diaper pins, stainless steel with pink plastic locking caps that slid down and locked in place to prevent accidental opening. Opening one of the packs pf cotton diapers she unfolded the first one and felt the soft thirsty cotton on her cheeks, that single act brought back memories of diapering her own kids who were now all grown up and had flown the coup. “Still as soft as they always were”, she claimed before tuning to the older girl who was now standing beside the playpen that contained her baby sister. “Did Mommy buy these lovely soft cotton diapees for you Sweetheart or are they for your baby sister?” Becky was horrified at the suggestion, the look on her face said it before she could signalling to Amanda Featherstone what she needed to know. “I though as much, you are in sposies and Mommy wants her baby to be a cloth diaper girl. It’s much better for the environment, did she ever tell you that?” Turning back to the kitchen table Amanda continued her task. Two dozen SOFT TOTS birdseye cotton diapers and two cards each of six diaper pins. Putting the diapers and safety pins to one side she retrieved a second bag from the pram and emptied its contents onto the kitchen table. Baby pants, SOFT TOTS - the same brand as the cotton diapers. They were pull on style, three pairs each of baby pink, lemon and milky white. Putting the baby pants on top of the two dozen diapers she checked out the remaining pairs. ALEXIS brand this time, snap on plastic Baby pants, one pair with polka dots and another with cute kittens. The sizing was small for the older girl but easily large enough for the baby, that confirmed her suspicions, the washable cotton diapers and baby pants were intended for  the baby.  From the playpen Heather had watched as best she could, being floor bound restricted her field of view and she could not see everything that was now on the kitchen table. As a third bag was emptied out onto the table her tummy rumbled. Ignoring she watched silently, the pacifier that had silenced her earlier now bobbing up and down like there was no tomorrow. Baby clothes, the third bag contained baby clothes, she watched transfixed as its contents spilled out and ten woman fawned over them like she had uncovered a prorates hidden chest.  Amanda smiled, it had been a convenient find, a BABYTIME brand footed sleeper in pink stars size 18 months, another BABYTIME footed sleeper with an ABC alphabet print again in size 18 months, a there pack of INFANTINO onesies also in pink 3 pack size 18 months. The same baby clothing brands she had use years ago for her own babies, well made and durable. All she needed to do now was out them through the wash and out in the sun to dry. With the baby clothes, diapers and baby pants in her arms she carried the lot to the laundry and dumped it on the workbench. Through the laundry door to ten backyard it was obvious to her that the sun had moved toward the horizon, it was summer so would be light for another four or five hours yet, but the baby would need feeding soon. Her decision was made, the laundry could wait until tomorrow, she had two little mouths to feed and a baby that would no doubt need changing.  Back in the kitchen she boiled the kettle and took a can of baby formula, six baby bottles, nipples and bottle collars from the kitchen cupboard. Glancing over her shoulder she called to the older girl who was on sitting room floor watching cartoons. “Becky would you like to help me make your baby sister’s bottles of formula up.” The woman’s announcement didn’t go unnoticed by Heather as she lay on her tummy in the playpen watching cartoons on the sitting room TV.  Bottles…. Bottles… of baby formula… no way.. no way was she going to be drinking baby formula. Being bottle fed by a woman she didn’t know had been bad enough, now it was revealed that the bottles she had been drinking for the last three days were powdered baby formula. No wonder she had been in want seemed to be a continuous cycle of wet and poopy diapers. Cows milk had never done that to her before, now she knew why. Shifting position she strained to hear the conversation that was now going on the kitchen. “Breastmilk is best for babies Becky, but when that’s not available infant formula is recommended as the main source of nutrition for all babies less than 12 months of age. Im not sure how 9ld your little sister is but she tiny so just in case Im keeping her on a bottle only diet until we know more about her actual age.” Pleased to finally have a baby sister Becky was keen to be a help. “How many bottles do we nee to make up each time?”  “That depends on how old your baby is. Little babies like your sister can’t drink regular, low-fat or skim cow’s milk, evaporated or powdered milk, sweetened condensed milk, cereal, nuts, seeds or sugary drinks. This baby formula has been made to be similar to a Mommy’s breastmilk. It will provide all the nutrition your baby sister needs until she is ready to try solid door and give up her bottles. Pointing to the can or baby formula on the kitchen bench then at a different can still in the kitchen cupboard Becky popped the question. “Why is this can pink and that other one still in the cupboard green?”  Amanda was impressed, the girl was observant, she would give her that much. “This one is a starter formula that is based on soy milk. That makes it best for babies from birth to 12 months”. “What about the green one that’s on that shelf up there?” “That’s for toddlers Becky, it has a stuff added like fatty acids, probiotics and prebiotics to make it like breastmilk. Do you want to try some, we could make you up a bottle as well? “NO… NO… I’m not a baby, I’m a big girl.”  “Oh, that’s right… except you did come to me in a diaper under your leggings… but perhaps that was just a one off thing.” Seeing the empty bottles on the kitchen bench Becky wanted to change the subject. In her head she counted them, one, two ,there, dour, five,  six… “Oh… that’s lots of bottles why do we need that many?”  “Since your baby sister is being bottle fed only we need to make sure she doesn’t go hungry. We do that by feeding her 100 ml per kg of her body weight per day. She weights about 42 kilos, that works out to 4200 ml of milk a day. Now this is where Mommy’s get good at math. Each of these baby bottles is 600 ml, so we divide the 4200 ml by 600 and there you have it, seven bottles a day.” “Wow, you are really smart…  I can’t do that… what’s divide mean?” Laughter filled the kitchen as a slow moving dark depression engulfed the sitting room. Caged in the playpen Heather had done her own math and come up with the same answer. No wonder it felt like she was constantly wet, her fluid intake was at least double what she would drink at home on most days. How long was this nightmare going to last, would she ever escape this hell hole of a dimension?

I lowered my skirt back down and over at you as I sniffled. “You sound happy about putting me in these. And..what would your husband think?” I laid back down next to you and stared up to the ceiling. I wiped my eyes and asked “What is for supper?”

I game on a 55" 4K TV, with keyboard and mouse.  I  sit on the couch with keyboard in lap. Diaper is a good cushion.