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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...
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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.
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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...
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"Just do as your told ", I leer at you....
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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.
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What other hobbies do you have?
diapered_in_wisc replied to Diapered Wookie's topic in The Rest of your Life!
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?"
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"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."
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"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..."
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"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...
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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...
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"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.