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Mom release from the hospital part 1…. The day has come my Mom was being released from the hospital after a nerves breakdown after my dad had died a year ago. He died serving our country. He left behind his wife, daughter and a son. Mom/Alice is 40 years old, 150 pounds, 5’8” with blonde hair. His daughter Sara my older sister is 17, 115 pounds, blonde hair and 5’7” taking after our mother’s side of the family. I’m Andy, I’m 70 pounds, dark hair 3' 5” taking after my father’s side of the family. I’m the baby of the family born 2 months premature. I’m 8 a mistake after not being careful but I’m loved just as much as my sister. Since Dad died a year ago I’ve become a bed wetter. Sara and Grandma (mother’s side) took care of me while Mom was in the hospital we were there to pick Mom up and take her home where she belongs. When we brought her into the house it was decorated with welcome home posters, flowers and cup cakes Sara had made. She was over whelmed and started to cry. We hugged her close and told her everything was going to be Ok and we loved her. “Thank you kids this makes me feel so good” she said. Mom sat in her chair and Sara told her she would get her a cup of tea. She pulled me onto her lap and hugged me tight. “How are you baby” she asked? “Ok Mom I miss dad so do I” she said. Sara came back into the living room and gave Mom her tea and we talked about the future. “We will all be Ok dads insurance will help we love each other and in time the hurt will start to go away but the memories will not” she said. “Sara you will be going to college in a few months”. “When things go back to normal we will be a closer family I love you both and hope we will continue to be as close as we were before”. A month later: Things were returning back to when dad was alive. We went to school Mom got a part time job so she wouldn’t be depressed. Sara was getting ready to go to college in a month and I was still wetting the bed and started to wet my pants a few times during the day so Grandma had me in pull ups during the day. The doctor said it might be because of my dad’s death that I started to wet at night and during the day. I was a healthy little boy and hopefully this will pass in time he told us. Sara and Grandma took care of my needs when Mom was at work. Sometimes Sara would find me in my bedroom crying when she got home from school. She would pull me on her lap and cry with me as she rocked us back and forth. Sara would hold me in her arms talk to me and tell me “everything will be Ok baby I’m here, Grandma is here and so is Mom now to help you” she said as she held me close and she patted my diapered bottom. There were times when Mom and I were alone that she would ask me to sit in her lap and we would watch TV. She would whisper that Mommy was here and she would take good care of me and kiss me on the forehead. I enjoyed doing this for her because it made her feel better and happy. She would often mention how happy we were when dad was still around and when I was born and we were a family. How she would take care of me giving me baths, changing my diapers, feeding me and playing with me and my sister. A month later Sara was off to college we drove her up together it was sad that she would not be around and I would miss her. About a month after Sara went to college Mom quit her job so she could take care of me better and give her Mom a break. She thought a baby needed his Mommy and that she wanted to be around when I came home from school. Things started to change with Sara and Grandma not around Mom would ask if my pull up was wet when I came home from school and if it was she would give me a clean one and I would change myself. But lately when my pull up was wet from school she would help me take my clothes off and take my wet pull up off and change me. I was surprised when she would take a tub of wipes and start to clean me with a wipe and powder me. I was a little concerned but she cooed to me and told me it was like when I was a baby and that she was so happy she could do it for me and that she hoped I didn’t mine. What was I going to say I was still the baby of the family and it made her happy? One Saturday afternoon I came in from playing ball with my friends I was covered in dirt. “Baby how did you get so dirty” she asked? “I slid into home plate and won the game for my team” I answered proudly. She took my hand and she took me to my room. She started to take my clothes off. I wondered what was going on. “Mom” I said softly “what are you doing”? “Well you need a bath and Mommy is going to give you one would you like that baby”? “Mom I don’t take baths anymore I take showers I’m a big boy now and I can get undressed by myself and take a shower”. “You’re only a baby you need me to take care of you” she said. I didn’t know what was going on but I thought I better not stop her maybe she was having another nerves breakdown. She picked me up like I was a baby and put me on her hip she walked us into the bathroom. She sat me down on the rug and started the water. “I remember giving you baths I enjoyed taking care of you”. She took Mr. Bubbles and poured it into the water. “But Mom I’m 8 I’m not a baby anymore”. “You will always be my baby Mommy will take care of you you need Mommy” she said as she turned the water off and there were bubbles in the water. I didn’t know what was going on true I was 8 but for some reason I was enjoying what she was doing and if it made her happy why not let her do what she wanted to do. She bent down and picked me up sat me down into the warm water with bubbles “Mommy is going to give her baby boy a bath just like she use to yes yes she is she cooed to me. “There we go so small and cute you are Mommy’s baby for sure”. “You are so small and Mommy wants her baby to enjoy when she takes care of her little baby boy yes yes she does” she cooed. Mom took the shower wand and wet my hair then she reached for my baby shampoo and started to wash my hair. I moved my leg and something popped up in the tub I took it cleaned the bubbles off it was a tug boat. Mom smiled at me when I showed it to her. “Baby has toys to play with while Mommy washes him” she said with a big smile. “Reach under the bubbles there are more of them”. I reached under the bubbles and search for the rest. I found them and started to play with them while she washed and rinsed my hair. Here I am an 8 year old boy even though I don’t look it being so tiny and washed by my Mom while playing with my new toy boats. She then reached under the sink and took out what looked like a picture of cookie monster she unwrapped them. It was a puppet she put her hand into it put soap on it and started to wash my chest, neck, ears, behind my ears as she cooed to me. “Is my baby boy enjoying Mommy washing him” she asked? In the back of my head I was enjoying it so I said “Yes Mom I like when you wash me” I whispered. “What was that” she asked? I looked up at her and smiled then I repeated what I said “yes Mom I like when you give me a bath and take care of me”. She kissed me on the nose and continued to wash my upper half with a cookie monster puppet wash cloth. “Ok baby stand up so Mommy can wash the rest of you” she said. I was enjoying what she was doing so without hesitation I stood up and she started to wash the rest of me. She washed my legs back and front then up she washed my hinny and in between my cheeks and my lower back. She turned me around while I had some boats in my hand she washed between my legs and my peepee and little balls. Mom took the shower wand and rinsed all the soap and bubbles off then she picked me up and started to dry me off with a fluffy bath towel. As she took me back to my room she took a dry towel and laid it on my bed and laid me on top. I missed being taking care of like this it made me relax and forget all the bulling I get at school from being so small and weak. I closed my eyes two toy boats in my hands feeling like this is what I wanted. After losing my dad Mom was still there to take care of me. I felt something push against my lips I opened my mouth and something slid in. I started to suck on it and it made me feel like a baby again Mommy’s baby again it relaxed me completely. “You were so cute then and now you are even cuter daddy would be proud of you he loved you so much” she whispered. I sucked on my new binkie as I closed my eyes my legs went into the air Mom’s hand on my ankles lifting my legs up as she slide something under me then let my legs down onto a cloud. I know how a diaper feels I was wearing them every night but this one was softer. Mom lifted my legs again and she sprinkle baby powder on my hinny and rubbed it in then she lowered my legs and did the same to my peepee. She pulled the diaper up between my legs and taped it tight around my waist. “Such a good baby boy” she cooed. “You want to be Mommy’s baby again don’t you” she asked? “Es ommy” I said with my binkie in my mouth without thinking about it. “Good boy good baby Mommy wants her baby back again now that daddy is gone I want someone to take care of again yes yes she does” she cooed. She left me for a few seconds then had me sit up on my bed. “Armies up baby” she whispered. I put my arms up and she started to put my arms though a shirt then she pulled it down. She laid me back again and pulled the shirt tail up between my legs and snapped the snaps. After eating dinner she said “All ready for beddy bye”? She put me under the covers of my bed and tucked me in. “Thank you baby I hope you meant what you said that you want to be Mommy’s baby again. She kissed me on the forehead and started to sing softly “rock a bye baby on the tree top when the wind blows the cradle will rock, that’s all that I heard and I was asleep.