Baby Talk

Well, I don't know.  You could chalk it up to a communication issue, or maybe he meant that the bowel surgeon has done that many related types of surgeries, period... I'm not sure.  But I can't see the number of completed bowel incontinence surgeries being actually more than the urinary incontinence surgeries.  🤷‍♂️

I admit I’m surprised that there’s been fewer urinary incontinence surgeries than bowel incontinence. I wonder if it’s because there are more “legitimate” reasons to seek it. 

I know I've seen her on social more recently than that, but it has been a while.

yeah  for sure   i  just want to wear longer  and when u drink alot of water at work   i have not made it home without the diaper leaking  while i got people here   why is nobody answering some of my last posts?  

Chapter 35 Lucille found herself amidst a crowd of onlookers. It seemed like some kind of party was taking place in the castle, and there were all the usual rich types in attendance, though they were strangely indistinct. Most of them seemed to have their attention squarely on her, and she caught several passing comments from them.  “Her dress is just darling!” “She has the Queen’s hair!” “Uh oh, smells like a dirty diaper…” “Peekaboo! Peekaboo!” “What’s your dolly’s name, Princess?” “Oh my, be careful not to trip!” Despite all of the attention, Lucille wasn’t annoyed. In fact… she was enjoying it. She giggled, danced, and played all throughout the party. She was passed from lap to lap, held in strangers’ arms, had her diaper changed in front of several onlookers - and none of it seemed out of the ordinary. Not to the guests, and not to her.  She was… happy.  “Luci!” She heard a familiar voice cry out. She looked over and saw Sophia, singularly bright and clear amongst a crowd of grey silhouettes. She was beckoning her cousin to come play with some other Littles.  “Coming!” Lucille replied excitedly. She grabbed her dolly from the ground and hugged it tight, bouncing lightly back and forth on her feet. Just as she was about to toddle off, she caught a glimpse out of the corner of her eye - someone standing near her, watching. She turned to look, pigtails batting her face, and saw Noah standing there.  “Noah!” Lucille ran over and enveloped Noah into a tight hug. “Come play! We got dollies!” Noah looked at Lucille. His expression was flat and unchanging.  “Noah?” Lucille asked, her head tilting. She grabbed his hand and pulled. “Don’t be so boring! Come play!” Still, Noah didn’t move. Lucille couldn’t budge him from his spot. At the same time, the crowd seemed to fall silent as well. Now, Lucille felt nervous, on the spot. For the first time all night, she felt like something was wrong, and she was out of place. She looked around and shuffled nervously.   “Noah…?” What was up with him? She was trying to have a good time prancing around her party, and he was being weird. She was a Princess. How could she be treated this way? “N-Noah! You’re spoiling MY party! You big meanie! Come play dollies or go away!” Suddenly, Noah looked away, and lifted his hand towards Lucille. In it, a crumpled piece of paper was held. He dropped it at her feet and then ran off, disappearing into the crowd. Why would he do that? Was he mad at her? Was he trying to tell her something? What could be so important - more important than playing, the most important thing that there is? Lucille pouted and blew a raspberry into the open air where Noah had ran. She sniffled a bit, then messily wiped her nose along her bare arm. She then looked down, and saw the crumpled paper. There was something written on it, and though Lucille couldn’t read it (words were for Bigs), she felt it was somehow… important. Yes, more important than playing. But what was it? Wait… — Lucas jolted awake. His body jumped as much as it could be allowed, given the fact that he was tightly swaddled in his crib. The pacifier in his mouth stifled a sharp gasp as his eyes adjusted to the darkness. It seemed to still be the middle of the night, the nursery illuminated only by the soft purple nightlight on the far end of the room. The only noise in the room was the patter of raindrops against the window.  Only one thing was on Lucas’ mind: the drawing Noah gave him. How could he forget? His dream brought it back to the forefront of his mind, as if giving him a message. But the fact that he had let such an important development slip away from him for a whole evening was unbelievable. Come to think of it, much of the previous evening was a sleepy blur. He remembered fragmented moments, but so much of it was concealed in a pink, glittery haze.  Either way, he had to see that drawing. He hadn’t had a chance to look at it yet, and time was of the essence. First things first: escaping his swaddling. He spat out his paci and shifted his weight back and forth, pressing his arms and legs out as much as they could, but found little luck in breaking free. He had tried many times over the weeks, longing to be able to stretch freely in bed. He wasn’t even sure why swaddling was necessary.  Over and back he shifted his body, fighting against the restraints. Each failure to break free only strengthened his resolve. He grunted and huffed, giving himself quite the workout as he attempted to accomplish what was probably considered a great feat of strength for a Little. But this was important - he had to keep trying.  It took some time, but eventually his perseverance paid off. Exploiting small openings in the blanket, he was able to fight his way out, emerging sweaty and stiff, but free. He wore his blue onesie overtop a heavily padded nighttime diaper. Breathing a sigh of victory and relief, he rose clumsily to his feet. His legs shook as he balanced himself, and the protective plastic lining of the crib mattress crinkled beneath him as he took baby steps towards the bars. He held them for support and looked beyond, scanning the room for any sign of the drawing.  “Come on, come on…” His view from the crib yielded no results. In frustration, he fell backwards and landed on his butt, arms crossed and bottom lip protruding in frustration. He looked up - as expected, the bars of the crib were much too tall for him to climb. He never quite realised how ominous a crib looked from the baby’s perspective - more like a cage than a bed. Squeezing through wasn’t going to happen either.  He lamented his inability to do anything for himself. How unfair it was that he was confined to a crib, swaddled in a blanket, and had no say in any of it. If he wanted to do something as simple as get up in the night to use the bathroom, he was made to wet right where he laid and go back to sleep happily. And that’s exactly what he’d been doing - it became clear just how far he’d allowed himself to slip. This drawing represented a chance out, to put this whole baby princess fiasco behind him. He just needed a plan… Suddenly, he heard footsteps approaching down the hall. Though faint beneath the sound of raindrops pelting the window, they grew closer and closer until he saw a shadow moving in the light that streamed from underneath the door to his crib. He looked up and remembered the baby monitor - he was always on camera, even in his own bed. The door opened and a figure stood there, shambling sleepily into the room. When the lighting allowed, Lucas was able to see that it was Angie who had come to his nursery. She let out a deep yawn, clearly having been woken up by noises he made on the baby monitor. Her hair was messy and unkempt, and she was not wearing her glasses as she usually did. Her maid outfit was not present, and instead she stood before him in just her underwear and a loose tank top.  “What’s wrong, baby?” She whispered as she lowered the railing of the crib to pick Lucas up. At least now he was out of the crib - one hurdle down.  Angie carried Lucas around the nursery, bouncing him gently as if he were merely a fussy baby who awoke in the night, and not a Little on a mission. All the while, Lucas intently searched the room for any sign of the drawing. The swaying pattern Angie took around the room made it difficult to focus on any one part of the floor for too long, but eventually Lucas spotted the dress he’d been wearing, the one he stuffed the paper into, placed in a laundry hamper.  Lucas’ eyes fixed on the dress. His best bet was to look there. He stretched his arm out over Angie’s shoulder toward the dress and squirmed in her arms.  “Gosh, what is it, Princess?” “Ah!” Lucas vocalised, still gesturing towards the dress.  Angie turned around to see what it was that Lucas was so focused on. She took a look, but her eyes landed on a different spot than his had. Instead of seeing the discarded dress, Angie saw an empty bottle, sitting on top of a small bookshelf.  “Ohh… I know what baby wants.” Angie smiled and carried Lucas across the room - away from the dress. She sat down in the rocking chair and with another light yawn, she pulled aside her loose tank top to reveal her waiting breast.  “Luckily I’ve got something a little fresher than a baba… open wide.” She began drawing Lucas’ face closer and closer towards her nipple. Lucas began to struggle in her grasp.  “No! Dress!” He protested. Angie shook her head.  “Come on, sweetie…” Lucas continued attempting to struggle, but eventually found the nipple filling the ainside his mouth. His muscle memory kicked in, and he began suckling down a stream of Angie’s breastmilk. With each gulp, Lucas’ vision and mind grew cloudier, and the sound of the rain outside grew more distant. The glittery pink haze returned to his mind, and he tried as hard as he could to hold on to the drive to get that drawing back.  But the milk was too powerful for the moment, and Lucas drifted off into blissful sleep as his tummy filled.   “Mmmph…” “Good girl.” — When Lucas next awoke, he was already on the changing table, right in the middle of having his diaper changed with his legs held in the air by the ankles. It was morning now, judging by the bright light filling the room, though Lucas could still hear rain outside.  Leading the change was Hazel, not Angie. She was focused on the task at hand, and performing it with her signature confidence and routine precision. Lucas rubbed his eyes as his senses returned to him, though he was still heavily fatigued from his midnight snack.  “Good morning, Princess.” Hazel said.  “Ughh…” was all the reply Lucas could muster.  “Someone is sleepy today, hm?” Hazel continued wiping. Hardly his fault, he thought. He’d basically been sedated at the first opportunity when he awoke last night. He didn’t answer Hazel, who set the used wipes aside.  “Well, we don’t have a busy day, at least. You and your cousin can stay in your PJs.” Hazel began unfurling a fresh diaper from one of the changing table’s built-in shelves. Just then, she felt a sudden trickle brush against her hand - she looked over and saw Lucas, legs spread wide, as he peed openly. He didn’t seem to realise he was doing it in his sleepy state, and the yellow liquid managed to puddle out onto the plastic cushioning of the table - not to mention all over Hazel herself.  “Oh dear!” Hazel said. She grabbed the soiled diaper which still sat underneath Lucas’ butt and folded it back up to catch the free-flowing pee in its padding. She managed to move quickly enough to minimise the damage. The changing table wouldn’t be any problem to wipe down, though her blouse and apron would probably need to be changed to avoid smelling like pee all day. Still, Hazel took it in her stride, smiling as she heard the hissing slowly trail off to signal Lucas had finished.  By now, he noticed what he had started doing accidentally, and covered his face with his arm in embarrassment. His face was flushed red, and though he was still tired, he felt the need to apologise.  “‘M sorry, Nana…” “Oh, don’t worry about it, Princess. Just a little peepee, no harm done!” Hazel began humming a soothing tune, which put Lucas at ease a bit. Though her exterior was as warm and composed as always, internally she remembered what she had learned last night, and mentally prepared to deal with it over the coming day. She would have to continue to play it cool - see how the Princess would act without knowing for sure that Hazel knew of the drawing. It was a sneaky tactic, yes, but important to know exactly what she was dealing with and how she would proceed.  She retrieved more wipes, nearing the end of the pouch, and got to work cleaning the Little’s freshly wetted skin again.   — “All gone!” Hazel announced to the two Littles sitting side by side in their double high chair. She and Angie, who had fed Sophia alongside Hazel feeding Lucas, began gathering the two empty jars and their associated plastic spoons for washing.  Lucas stifled a burp, feeling bloated as always from his breakfast. Meanwhile, Sophia dangled her legs and seemed fairly content after hers. He couldn’t help but feel a little jealous watching her eat peach and banana favoured baby food - though still a somewhat unpleasant purée, it was better than the broccoli and spinach one he was forced to swallow down. It took quite a bit of coaxing from Hazel to get Lucas to agree to stop pouting and eat his veggie mush.  “Watcha statin’ at?” Sophia asked.  Lucas looked to her. Remnants of her meal were stained all across her face and chin. Instead of a simple cloth bib like the one he wore, hers was a rubber bib which curved to a bowl-like shape at the edge - a necessary addition, as several spoonfuls of her food had made their way into it. It was clear Sophia was much more of a messy eater than he was.  “Show off.” He pouted.  “Don’t mind her, Sophia,” Hazel chimed in. “Luci’s just crabby because the Doctor says she needs lots of veggies.” Sophia looked at Lucas with a devious smile. He stared back, and after a moment his eyes widened.  “Don’t…” Without saying a word, Sophia scooped up some of the mush from within her bib and flicked it directly towards his face. It smeared across his cheek and he yelped in shock. “Ah! Nana!” Lucas recoiled, but his ability to escape the line of fire was hampered by being stuck in the high chair. She reeled her arm back to throw another volley, but Hazel intervened quickly.  “Play nice you two!” She tutted. She began wiping away the excess purée from Lucas’ face with his bib. She then removed it and began wiping down Sophia too, a more involved task given she was much messier. Hazel and Angie then removed the Littles from their chairs and sat them down in each lap for their morning milk.  Hazel unbuttoned her blouse and got Lucas to latch with no issue. She smiled as he began to suckle and drifted off gently. She looked over at Angie, who - to Hazel’s surprise - had done the same with Sophia, who was firmly latched to Angie’s breast and happily suckling.  “Angie!” Hazel chided gently.  “What?” She replied, her eyes suddenly alight with worry.  “Sophia is on a formula diet, remember?” The memory hit Angie and she slapped her hand to her forehead, letting her glasses slip down the bridge of her nose. “Oh, shoot! I forgot all about that! I’ll stop her…” Hazel held up her hand to stop Angie from halting the nursing. “It’s okay, I’ll just explain to Lady Alicia… Sophia will probably have an upset tummy today, but as long as we handle it I’m sure it won’t be a problem.” Angie nodded and allowed Sophia to continue to nurse. She knew that by “we”, Hazel had meant that Angie would handle whatever Sophia would do to her diaper on an upset stomach. She was happy to, given it was her mistake in the first place.   The Littles finished nursing and were removed from the breasts. As they finished, Leo walked in, stretching sleepily after having allowed himself a late start to the morning.  “Morning.” “Ah, Leo, just in time. I need to clean up here a bit. Would you mind burping your sister?” Hazel asked, already passing Lucas towards Leo alongside a burping cloth.  “Tch… Give her here.” Leo grumbled, clearly not happy with being made to do this first thing in the morning. He got Lucas into position, slung over his shoulder and supported by the bottom, and began patting his back. His technique had clearly improved with his study, and Lucas began burping and spitting up small bursts of milk into the cloth.  “Wow, your highness, you’ve gotten really good at this!” Angie smiled, burping Sophia.  Leo nodded to accept the compliment, though he maintained a steely detachment to the whole exercise. When Angie had sufficiently turned her attention away, Leo took the opportunity to give the milk-addled Little a quick kiss on the forehead, away from the eyes of anyone else - they’d never let him live it down… but he just couldn’t resist.  Meanwhile, Angie was patting Sophia, who was passing an abundance of gas - not just from the front, but from the back too. She sighed and thought to herself that it was going to be a messy day with this little one. — Lucas and Sophia sat on the floor of the living room, dressed only in their onesies. Lucas wore the same onesie he had on the previous night, complete with its embarrassing slogan, while Sophia wore a purple onesie with a smiling cartoon sun above the writing “Little Sunshine”. The two Littles were watching Frozen, or a version of it strikingly similar to the one Lucas vaguely remembered from his own dimension.  They got to the point of the movie where Elsa started singing “Let It Go” - and in typical fashion, Sophia started belting out the lyrics alongside the movie. Lucas was fine with leaving her to it and not participating himself. Instead, he turned towards Hazel, who was sitting on the couch behind them.  “Hey Nana?” “Yes, Princess? Do you wanna sing too?” “No, I’m okay… I was just wondering…” “Hm?” “…Did you, um… did you find a drawing in in my room yesterday?” She was wondering when he’d ask. It was time to play coy and see what she could get out of him.  “Hm… there are a lot of drawings around, baby. Which one do you mean?” “It was… Noah gave it to me yesterday.” “Ooh, a drawing from Noah, huh? What was it a drawing of? That might help Nana remember.” “Oh, um… it was…” Lucas thought of how to proceed. He couldn’t say too much or risk giving away the secret… assuming Hazel hadn’t already looked, which for all he knew she did. He took a breath inward.   “…It was just something he drew me after we…” his sentence trailed off and his eyes shot to the floor. Hazel smiled in response.  “Well, I don’t remember seeing a drawing like that. Maybe we can look for it together in a bit, hm?” Lucas didn’t reply. More than anything, he had to get his eyes on that drawing without Hazel also seeing it. If only Noah had stayed the night, he could have found a moment alone to ask him what it had said. The feeling that Hazel had actually seen it and was toying with him somehow hung over him heavily.  And of course, she had. Hazel hated to lie to the Princess, but she knew it was necessary to get more info out of him. She just had to be patient and careful enough to direct Lucas into a confession without hurting his feelings. Ultimately, this was for his own good.  “Why don’t you go sit with your cousin, Luci? This part looks fun.” Lucas nodded and crawled along the floor to sit next to Sophia, who greeted him with a smile. Although he had other things on his mind, at least Frozen managed to entertain him a little bit as he watched - enough to even begin singing along for a bit.    — Author’s Note: I’m back from my hiatus! At least for the time being. I’m hoping to get some more updates out in the coming days. I hope you all enjoy!