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I work in basically IT, and I use an Amazon basics backpack. I keep a few diapers and wipes, plus bags in it. In my car is the disaster kit, it's basically a full set of clothes minus shoes. No one has ever questioned me about my backpack. -
I find I can fasten my nappy with a Snappi at the waist without a problem even though it's low slung and a long way below my belly button. As you say, it's just a matter of having the right size nappy square and the right fold. -
By Kitty Angel · Posted
132. Changing Roles Inside the pavilion there was a faint smell of dust, with just the slightest hint of bleach behind it. Either someone still came here, if only because the contract to keep it in working order had never been fully cancelled, or there was a store cupboard somewhere containing a bottle that wasn’t fully sealed. Inside the old clubhouse was a single long room with a bare concrete floor. A wooden bench ran the length of one wall, its slats worn pale in two places where someone had once sat. Above it was a row of brass pegs, some missing but mostly intact. Some even still had their little oval plates beside them, displaying numbers or names. At the far end, one door stood open onto a tiled shower area with three chrome heads, all dry. Beside it was a second door with a wheelchair symbol. A blue plaque beneath explained in words: ‘Accessible and family Restroom’. Stella glanced briefly at the white letters, and decided that they were too complicated for her to understand. She ran towards one end of the bench instead, where an old corkboard was tucked against the wall, notices about fixtures long cancelled still pinned to it, along with a scoreboard and a small selection of numbers painted on wooden boards. “Seben!” she said, pointing at the number on the front of the pile. She reached over and grabbed it, trying to lift it out from behind the bench. It was almost as large as her chest, and she was too clumsy to move it easily now. “Careful you don’t get splinters, sweetie,” Brock called over; but he knew that she was being careful even if she wasn’t aware of it. “That’s an awfully big board for such a little girl, isn’t it?” “That’s not a seven!” Nina said, not even looking at the adults. “It’s upside down. It’s a… a…” She stopped for a moment, with every sign of confusion. She tried to turn her head so she could look at the digit the other way up, but every time she managed to get her head turned past ninety degrees, somehow she ended up facing the other way at the same time. “It’s a seben,” Stella insisted. “Even oopsie-down.” “No, it’s not!” Nina matched her energy immediately, sure she was right even if she couldn’t remember what most of the numbers looked like right now. “It’s a nothing. If you stand on your head it says none. I bet you can’t though!” “I can!” Stella answered proudly, and started looking around for the best place to do a cartwheel so she could see the number in her hands upside down. But she stopped when she felt Daddy’s hand on her arm, and she turned to look up at him. “I think we need to get you changed before anything else. We don’t want your soggy bum dripping everywhere while you play, do we?” Stella thought for a second, and then shook her head. The slightest traces of embarrassment were trying to creep in at the edge of her mind, but they couldn’t make her hear them yet. “Shall we go in there?” Brock nodded to the door with the disabled sign on, and neither of the girls seemed to take in anything this time. “One at a time, or are you and Nina okay in the shower area somewhere? I don’t think anyone else even knows about this place, so…” “There’s plenty of room on the bench here for two,” Victor answered. He was already unzipping his diaper bag, showing off a selection of different pastel colours on the products inside. He lifted out a diaper, thick white padding with a print like lavender lace around the edges, and then reached back into the bag for baby oil and wipes. “Babies don’t mind getting changed around their friends. They’ll probably get closer anyway, if we keep this up.” “I’m not sure,” Brock answered. “It’s not a subject we’ve broached. And I don’t think her training addressed situations like this, so she might not be able to stay–” “It’s purple!” Stella cut him off, grabbing the diaper that Victor had just set down on the long, wooden bench. “Purple, like my flowers! Can I have purple, pleeeeease?” She held the diaper out towards Victor, and stared with pleading eyes. “Do you want me to put you in a nice, poofy diaper with purple bits, Stella?” Victor asked. “You might have to ask your daddy about that. I bet he has lots of pretty colours in your diaper bag, too.” “Wanna purple.” Stella pouted this time, but kept her endearing stare focused on Victor. “Is Bernie gonna do me then?” Nina asked, sending the words out in a solid parcel without intonation or nuance to show any feelings about this option. “Like swapsies?” “Yeah,” Stella said, nodding vigorously and proffering the diaper towards Victor again. “I think the little ones have spoken.” Victor sat on one end of the bench, and gave a little laugh. “Looks like Stella’s too little for all those worries that were bothering you, Bernie. So it’s up to you.” “If that’s what you really want,” Brock answered slowly, keeping his eyes on his little one as he searched for any sign that she didn’t mean what she said. But Stella was too far gone to worry about anything now, getting carried away with the sheer joy of childhood, and just nodded before skipping over to the bench and trying to lay herself down appropriately. “Other way, sweetie,” Victor said, then paused for a second and shrugged. Stella looked more confused than rebellious, so he walked around her and leaned awkwardly over the bench so that he could get a proper look at her in this orientation. “Let’s get you clean, then.” Nina seemed to know what she was doing, at least a little, and managed to get on the bench with her legs hanging over the end, so that Brock could easily kneel on the floor and be in a perfect position to clean her up. He started with her sandals, because they were the easy part. The buckles were small and fiddly, and still damp, but for fingers that had learned dexterity on the Schmidt Drumbesser 4-series lock cylinder they came loose with just a touch. He slipped the sandals off one at a time and set them side by side on the concrete floor, where they left two little dark prints. Nina wriggled her toes at him, and he pretended to catch one, which earned him a giggle. “Arms down, silly," he told Nina when she tried to help by lifting her dress over her head. “We're only doing the bottom half. You can keep your pretty dress on, just lie back and let me clean you up.” “Oh,” Nina mumbled, and she seemed just a little confused. But she let the hem drop again, and then lay back on the bench as Brock had said. He glanced over at Stella for an instant, and saw that she was getting pretty much the same treatment from Victor. Then he glanced down at Nina, at the closed eyes and the blush on her face. There were questions there, but he wasn’t sure how to ask them yet, even if it had been his responsibility. Brock slipped smoothly into Daddy mode. He unfolded a diaper and turned it the right way around, after a quick glance at the tapes. And then he lifted Nina a little, just about managing to grip both of her ankles in one hand so that he would have another to slide the rainbow-striped diaper into the right place beneath her bottom. Most people wouldn’t have had the strength to actually lift her like that; she wasn’t a baby no matter how much she could feel and act like one. But he had a lifetime’s experience of restraining people in difficult situations, and that had left him with skills and muscles that he would never have expected to come in useful in a situation like this. Once she was properly positioned on the diaper, he dusted her gently with the citrus-scented baby powder he’d brought today, and then started to tape up the diaper. But he was distracted by the faintest sound from Stella and Victor. The breath was somewhere between a gasp and a squeak, and for a moment Brock wasn’t sure what to make of it. He glanced over at his partner, the woman playing his wife, and for once he really didn’t know what she was feeling. He glanced over and saw that she was staring up at the ceiling now; her expression could possibly have shown the confusion of a child who couldn’t name these new feelings. “Are you okay over there?” he asked. “Oh yes,” Victor answered, and laughed a little. “Such a good baby you’ve got here. I’m sure she’s really looking forward to it. How are you two getting on?” “I…” Brock said, with a hesitant tone that wasn’t entirely his fieldcraft training. “Maybe we’d best attend to our own wives after all. Yes?” “You sure?” Victor asked. But then he met Brock’s eyes, and there was no room for argument there. “Not up for swapping after all, old man? Well, maybe next time.” “Maybe,” Brock said, as the two daddies quickly changed places. Stella was still laughing as Brock finished taping up her diaper; ignoring the gasps that came from the couple behind him. He kept Stella amused by dangling a clear plastic set of keys in various primary colours over her face, and it seemed she’d never enjoyed anything more. But just ten or fifteen minutes later, he was reaching out a hand to help Stella sit up, and it was time for the adults to decide on some activities for the remainder of the afternoon. Stella and Nina spent the rest of the afternoon in fits of giggles, interspersed with occasional moments of clarity. Nina seemed happier than ever before. Stella was sure that she could remember more if she wanted to, but there was no pressing need to think about anything. She remembered that Daddy had brought some new clothes for her, and Nina’s Daddy had something new in his bag. She was too little to realise that they had both brought extra outfits because the clothes the little girls had set off in were all wet now. Stella got purple leggings with stars on, which she was very happy with, and a little tutu dress that made her feel like a fairy as she twirled around the dusty space inside the pavilion. Nina just got a simple summer dress, in white and lime checks. Maybe it was a little too late in the year for clothes like that, but the wind wasn’t really biting yet. Both girls enjoyed playing tag on the little piece of ground at the front of the pavilion. Both of them tried to run around the building as well, until they got caught up in the plants that filled the space between the pavilion and the fence at the back. They might have run around forever, but Nina tripped on a root and decided to look for ladybugs instead, and then that was the game for the rest of the afternoon. They didn’t find any, but they looked really hard, and that was just as good. It wasn’t long before the two daddies were walking along with their little ones between them, each holding a hand to keep the girls from wandering off as they headed back along real streets with houses down each side. They went back to Victor’s house first, to play some more in the lounge. Stella hadn’t been there before, but somehow she was expecting the big shiny table in the lounge before she stepped inside. And when she felt the need to go potty, she realised that she knew where to find the bathroom without having to ask. But that thought only bothered her for a second, before she realised that she could just use her diaper and then she wouldn’t need to leave all of Nina’s dolls behind. There were so many dolls that she couldn’t remember all of their names. The dolls lived in a big white box under the window in Nina’s nursery room, and it took Nina a long time to lift them all out and then turn them the right way up one by one. Stella had her own dolls at home, but meeting Nina’s was much more fun. And it felt like Nina enjoyed playing with another little girl as well. Once the dolls were out, they took them through to the bedroom, so that they could all be comfortable on the bed. They gave every doll a name, and when they started to lose track they gave each one a new name. Then they put them all to bed, hunting sofa cushions from all over the house and every one of the napkins in the drawer to serve as pillows and blankets, and then they woke them up again because it was breakfast time. The grown-ups sat at the kitchen table, drinking something out of tall glasses and talking in quiet grown-up voices that went over the top of everything like wind over long grass. It was already dark by the time Daddy said it was time to go home. Stella didn't want to, and said she wasn’t tired, but then yawned in the middle of saying so, which rather spoiled the argument. She didn’t remember most of the walk home, but she could recall how safe she felt with Daddy’s hand in hers, and the stories she came up with to explain why one orange streetlamp flickered irregularly as they passed. And when she put her hand in her pocket, she found the daisy chain was still there. Crushed flat now, and mostly stems, but she would keep it as a memento anyhow. Stella knew it had been a wonderful day; everything she could have hoped for. And she hoped that the memories would last longer than the daisies. She was starting to feel her big girl thoughts coming back now, enough to know that the day’s events had raised questions that she wasn’t big enough to even think about yet. But she decided that while she was having so much fun, she didn’t want to tell Daddy yet. She could let him tuck her in, and anything else he wanted to do. All the serious things could wait until the morning. It wasn’t much of a plan, but to Stella it felt like a work of unmatched genius. And as long as she had her Daddy, her beloved Bernard, nothing could bring her down. -
It's hard for me to really say, as it was over 15 years ago, and I was in the hospital for other reasons. What I do remember is it was quite uncomfortable at times, but also oddly "not there" the majority of the time also. I wasn't very moble at this time, I'm sure that would have made it worse. I do remember a fair bit of it though, I was in diapers also when I had it in and a few weeks after it, and I remember when it was first removed how odd it felt to actually need to pee again and I had a few accidents due to not noticing it in time. This only lasted a few weeks however, and I wasn't unhappy about being in diapers so I'm not really sure how hard I was really trying ether. Long term, I don't think much of an effect happened honestly, I've had a few catheters since then for versus reasons and I've never really had any issues with few day stretches.
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By Rabbitnappies76 · Posted
Have you tried their new size 9 nappy? With the extenders from my ‘convert-ups’ they fit nicely and…. Considering how small they are they absorb so much and really fast! Loving the new Fred and Flo 9+ nappy pants but not the new ‘paper’ packaging…
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