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No, the pink rings represents the sphincters. AI can be terrible at this drawing . My stent is the same happy system as the photo further up the chain. Roughly 6.4mm between anchors -
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By henrilakes11 · Posted
Chapter 13: Mia Turns Three Time passed quickly, and Mia grew. She crawled, took her first wobbly steps, began speaking in full sentences, and developed a beautifully curious and witty personality. At three years old, she reached another milestone: she was fully potty trained. The little girl was incredibly proud of her big-kid underwear covered in dinosaurs. She moved through the house with boundless toddler energy, asking endless questions and narrating her world with delight. The household routines had gently adapted around her growing awareness. Mia ate a healthy diet, her favorite foods were chicken, broccoli, and mashed potatoes. She still nursed occasionally, as Alex and Alice had agreed to let her self-wean at her own pace. The primary nursing demand had shifted back to Alex. He continued to rely completely on Alice for his nutrition, nursing four or five times a day. The changing table had also moved. They relocated it into their bedroom so Mia could have more space for her toys in her room. The change felt symbolic, a quiet acknowledgment of a new season for their family. Alice still handled all of Alex’s checks and changes with the same calm efficiency, and he used his diapers as comfortably and naturally as ever. They had agreed to be open and honest about their dynamic with Mia as she grew, while keeping it discreet and age-appropriate. They weren’t entirely sure how to navigate the conversations until one Saturday afternoon when Mia brought it up herself. Mia had just finished using the toilet and was proudly washing her hands. “I did it!” she exclaimed. “I went potty all by myself!” Alice was in the bedroom with the door cracked, in the middle of changing Alex. He lay on the changing table, pants down, while Alice untaped his heavy overnight diaper. The loud rip of the tapes echoed softly, followed by the warm, earthy scent of the used diaper rising into the air. Alice peeled the heavy, sagging padding away, the crinkling plastic loud in the quiet room. Mia wandered in, head tilted with innocent curiosity. “Daddy, why are you in a diaper? Diapers are for babies!” Alex froze, a discomfort he hadn’t felt in years washing over him. His daughter was seeing him like this, exposed on the changing table while his wife cleaned and changed him. They had always kept their lifestyle private and separate from parenthood. Now it was right in front of her. Alice didn’t pause, she finished changing Alex while thinking of an appropriate response. She wiped, powdered, and taped a fresh diaper underneath him. She brought the front up snug between his legs, pressing the padding firmly against him, and fastened the tapes, tight and secure around his hips. “Mia,” Alice said lovingly, turning toward their daughter, “Daddy wears diapers because they feel comfortable for him. It’s his choice. You know how you chose your dinosaur undies?” Mia nodded excitedly, making the connection. “Well, Daddy chose diapers. Different people choose different things. Everyone is different.” Mia considered this for a moment, her little brow furrowed in thought. Then she nodded once, seemingly satisfied. “Okay. Can I have a snack?” “Of course,” Alex said, hopping down from the changing table and pulling up his pants. He used the moment to gently redirect. “What do you think, an orange or some pretzels?” The day continued as normal. Later that afternoon, while Mia napped, Alex nestled against Alice on the couch. He latched on deeply, his lips sealing warmly around her nipple. The first strong pull brought a rush of warm, sweet milk flooding his mouth, creamy and comforting. He suckled in a slow, rhythmic pattern, the soft sounds of nursing filling the quiet room as he swallowed steadily. Alice’s skin was warm against his cheek, her heartbeat steady beneath his ear. “That felt… strange,” he said quietly between swallows, looking up at her. “Her seeing me like that. Asking about it. I knew it would happen eventually, but hearing her say ‘Diapers are for babies’ out loud… it hit different.” Alice rubbed slow, soothing circles on his back, her fingers tracing gentle patterns over his skin while he continued nursing. “Alex, listen. We’re doing nothing wrong. This is exactly what we chose… together. It’s not regression, it’s not sexual. It’s just our life. Comfort for you, practical for me. Mia is three. She sees the world in simple black and white: big kids use the potty, little kids wear diapers. She’ll ask more questions as she gets older, and we’ll answer them the same way, honestly, without shame, and without making it something it’s not.” Alex let out a deep sigh, his warm breath brushing across her breast as he took another long pull, the milk flowing steadily and filling him with familiar comfort. “I know. I’m just terrified of messing this up.” “You’re not messing anything up, babe,” Alice said softly. “You’re no less of a dad because you wear diapers and get your nutrition differently than most people. You provide for us, you play with Mia, you go to her dance recitals, you make her favorite breakfast every morning, and you love her with everything you have. You’re a wonderful father and husband. Nothing about our dynamic changes that.” She stroked his hair as he continued nursing, the rhythmic suckling slow and content. “Mia is going to grow up seeing that people have different needs, and that everyone is equal and worthy of love. That’s not a bad thing to model for our daughter. If it ever feels too strange for you, we can close the door more often or adjust the timing. But I don’t think we need to. You’re still you, and that’s more than enough.” Alex nodded slowly, still latched comfortably, the steady flow of warm milk and Alice’s reassuring words easing the tension in his chest. A few minutes later, Mia padded quietly into the living room and climbed onto the couch without hesitation. She snuggled against Alice’s other side while Alex continued nursing. “Hey baby,” Alice said softly. “How was your nap?” The three of them sat together in peaceful closeness. When Alex finally finished, he sat up, wiped his mouth, and smiled at his daughter. “Daddy full now?” Mia asked, tilting her head with genuine curiosity. Alex chuckled. “Yes, Daddy’s full.” He reached out and tickled her gently. “Hey, want to play dress-up?” The father and daughter spent the next hour running around the house in silly costumes, Alex in an oversized wig, Mia wearing one of his old ties and a hat. The room filled with laughter and pure joy while Alice started dinner. Over the following months, the family settled into a new, natural rhythm. Mia occasionally commented, “Daddy needs a change?” when she saw them heading to the bedroom. When she nursed, she would sometimes ask, “Milk for Daddy too?” Each time, Alex and Alice answered simply and truthfully. Alex’s initial discomfort gradually faded. He realized much of his unease had come from his own internal biases about what fatherhood should look like, rather than embracing what it could look like for their family. Their life remained grounded in the same choices that had always defined them, now beautifully expanded by a curious three-year-old who was learning that different didn’t mean wrong. -
By layin20s2003 · Posted
Probably switching to a flow sensor when it arrives tomorrow. -
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