diapered_in_wisc

I scoop you up in my arms and carry you to your room. You must have wet your diaper a couple times as you felt heavier than usual. When I lay you dwn on the table, I can see just how full your diaper was. I undo the tabs and open it up then reach over and grab a couple wipes. I begin to clean you up, and once again, you push yourself into my hand. But for some reason, this time I didn't just ignore it. I just kept wiping and watched to see what you did...

"You ready to get your butt changed yet?" I ask you, tickling you a little bit to catch your attention...

I decide to let you sit in your wet diaper for a bit. You were too engrossed in your movie and I figured that soon enough you would become uncomfortable and ask to be changed...

I hold you tight and run my hand over your bottom. I can tell that you have a full diaper again. "Your wet baby. Wanna go change your butt?"

Without a word I sit next to you and show you how it all worked. Then I gave you kisses as I picked you up and went to the couch. After the events that had passed, I just wanted to snuggle you...

"Oh my lil bobcat... Jus hush up and gimme those paws!" I saw as I hold the first mitten open. You reluctantly slide your hand in, and continue to let me put he next one on.

I have more tractors than I realize sometimes. But yes, when I am playing with them, I love to wear my diapers. Brings me back to when I was an actual child. And as for real tractors, I work for a farm, so I'll wear loose jeans on days I'm doing field work so I can actually wear my diaper under them while I am driving.

It had been such an eventful afternoon that I dozed off on the couch after I put you down. Stress and worry had finally taken their toll on me. I don't know how long I was out, but I awoke to you fumbling around in the living room. You had found the Disney movies and were trying to figure out how to put one in the DVD player...

"Just do as your told ", I leer at you....

"We'll see my sweet lil bobcat.", is all I say as I walk out the room, closing the door behind me.

I was upset, but I needed to stay calm. She was upset and didn't need me to set her off worse. I waited for the nurses to unhook your IV before I scooped you up and held you tight. We made our way to the truck. I buckled you up and got in myself. You sucked your thumb and cuddled your bunny the whole ride home.

"You hungry bobcat?" I ask. "Since you're being so good, I'll make some oatmeal with fresh strawberries."

Yeah, my knowledge of cars is pre-injection/computer. Old school all the way.

I laughed and shook my head. "Bobcat, bobcat, bobcat... Ya hafta earn your freedoms. Ya got the handcuffs taken off, didn'tchya?" I say to you. You can officially tell I've been drinking as my words are slurring and I've gone from speaking affluently to sounding like a redneck. I step closer to you, the liquor making me a little ballsier than normal. I cleared my throat before speaking again. "Now, you're gonna be good now and work toward gettin that shackle off, right?"

"I'm not going to kill you if that's what you're afraid of." I grumble at you. "But we'll just say, the less trouble you cause me, the easier your existence at Ravenhurst will be."

"So when can we go home?" I ask the doctor. "She's getting tired and she's scared. So let's get the story so I can get her home and put down for her nap." I realized how rude I came off, but I was being overprotective father. "I'm sorry doc, I just don't know what to do right now. I'm new to this so..."

"Who's going to find out? NO ONE! I have ways to make everything work in my favor. I got you here, didn't I?" I growled at you, showing a psychotic fire behind my eyes...

"Baby baby baby, we'll go home after the doctors check you out. He's not going to hurt you. He's a doctor so it's okay for him to touch you there." I said as I ran my fingers through your hair...

"That's nothin for you to worry bout my bitty lil bobcat." I say. "How are you feeling now that those lil paws are free?"

"You're the doctor, so yeah, do whatever is gonna help her." I say to him, fearful of what may be found...

I snuggle you in tight and tell the doctor that you're normally happy and smiles. A real snuggle bug and attention hog, which I figured stemmed from the abuse you suffered. Then I hesitated for a moment before telling him about what you do when I change you...

I started to cry. I didn't know what to do and I couldn't even pick you up. So I crawled into bed with you, careful of your IV, and I snuggle you. "Baby I can't pick you up right now." I explained. "The doctors are gonna make you all better though and then I can pick you up all you want." My heart was breaking to think that you could have died on me. Then I wondered what you could have gotten into to make you act so strangely...

I lean in and kiss your forehead. I want to pick you up but due to the IV's I can't. My heart breaks because you're sick and I can't do anything about it.

When you started wobbling I knew there was something wrong and that it wasn't going to wait til tomorrow. I grabbed your diaper bag and out the door we went. I loaded you into the truck and away we went.

"Let's go watch TV baby." I say as we make our way to the living room. With you still on my hip I pick up the cushions and put the couch back together before we plop down and turn on Nick Jr. I was worried about you, and I couldn't shake it. One minute you were an angel then within moments you were acting like the devil took over. I decided that tomorrow, I would call and set up an appointment with a specialist to see if we could get to the bottom of this. But for now I just tried to relax and keep you calm.