| Title: | 9-Year-Old Baby | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Name: | Donny | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Email: | [email protected] | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Gender: | Male | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Current Age: | 55 | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Posting Date: | 02/01/09 | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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| Summary: | 9-year-old boy has potty training problems. |
My name is Donny. I am nine years old and I hate school because everyone teases me about my size and needing to use the potty all he time. They nicknamed me �baby Donny� and that is what all the kids call me, even the younger kids in kindergarten. I am the size of a small kindergarten kid so I wear my brother's clothes by mistake some days and they have snaps in the legs because he is still wearing diapers. He is almost four but is not potty trained. I am a bedwetter I have never in my life remembered waking up in a dry bed. Mom stopped diapering me when I was five years old and started kindergarten she told me big boys don't wear diapers, only babies do that. Mom thought that sleeping in a cold, wet bed with wet sheets would get me to stop. I just slept through until morning. I had to wake up change out of my wet clothes and go do what I wanted to do. When I turned eight, mom started to make me clean up my accident by removing my wet bedclothes and making my own bed with clean, dry sheets and blankets. I even had to do the washing of my pajamas and sheets after the first couple of times of doing that chore it got to be just one of my chores. A month later it was a habit every morning doing the same thing. When I was five and a half my brother Billy was born he slept in mom and dad's room until he was two and a half when his crib was moved into my room with all his diapers and baby things all over the place I could not move without bumping into a baby toy or baby clothes. I like his toys because I am a toy lover but his clothes were about two sizes too small for me to wear then. Now I am very small for a nine-year-old and his clothes will fit me except they are way too baby-like for me to want to wear outside of the house. My brother and I are best friends and buddies playing together doing toddler things I was almost and equal to him except he was still wearing diapers mom was going to potty train him different from she potty trained me. She had me potty trained before I was eighteen months old. She would take me to the potty every half hour ensuring me to stay dry. Then I started to go on my own with no help from her when I was just nineteen months old. She though that it was so good having me potty trained so early. Now I am older I still need to use the potty every hour I never learning to hold my pee very long because of that. The doctors said I was in the lower one percentile of my age group in size very small for a nine-year-old. I was 40 inches tall and weighed 38 pounds. Now that my brother is three and a half he is 39 inches tall and weighs 42 pounds. His clothes and my clothes are always getting mixed up. Mom had just taken us to the doctor for our check-up mom asked him about my bed wetting and starting Billy's potty training he gave her pills to have me take to stop my problem. He said Billy is more that ready to start his training any time. For my problem he said have me take these pills every night and recommended a bedwetting alarm. He said after six weeks I should be starting to be dry at least three or four nights a week and within two months be dry almost every night. Nine weeks after I started to take the pills mom called the doctor and told him the pills don't work and the alarm goes off two or three times a night still. The doctor said to stop using the pills and alarm he will have to grow out of it when I am about 12. Mom was having me help Billy with day time potty training he is about to turn four so she put down new rules about using the potty and accidents in his pants because of the lack of him trying to be a big boy. 1. Wetting your Pull-up you have to change your own Pull-up on the first accident second accident someone else will change your Pull- up. 2. Third pants wetting you lose your Pull-ups and go back wearing diapers only for the rest of the day no other clothes just diapers. 3. Messing your pants you go back to wearing diapers only for three days before you get to try Pull-ups again. 4. To get big boy pants meaning regular underwear you need three days of staying clean and dry using the potty every time you go. 4. If you are in big boy pants and have and accident you go back to wearing diapers only for the rest of the day followed by Pull-ups to start potty training from the start again the next day. Messy pants you go back to wearing diapers only, for a week. Billy had a bad start he was back to wearing diapers an hour after nap time on the first day. The second day he made it almost to diner time on the third day he didn't make lunchtime. Billy was not interested in the potty until he best friend three-year-old Jimmy was potty trained and Jimmy was only two-years-old. It took Billy only three days to be potty trained and go to big boy class with his friend. Billy was so good from that time he never messed or wet his pants once mom said Billy was now a Big Boy. Billy never has wet his bed sense he was about eighteen months old. I was still wetting my pajamas every night cleaning my accident before Billy would wake up he never knew about my night time accidents. Three weeks after the start of the new potty training rules Billy was wearing big boy pants and very proud of it. He would get mad if you ask him if he need to go he would say I AM A BIG BOY NOT A BABY I GO WHEN I WANT TO I CAN HOLD IT. Billy was so trained he could hold it for as much as six hours during the day and longer during the night. Three weeks after the potty rules were put down to him he was a successful big boy now ready for a big boy bed next week and big boy class at daycare. Billy woke up early one morning and watched me through his crib bars. I was in the process of changing of my nightly wetting changing my sheets I was getting ready to remove my wet underwear and wipe the pee smell from my bottom with one of Billy's baby wipes. My bed was made and all I had to do was get out of my wet underwear when I heard Billy called for mom scaring the pee out of me causing me to wet again. Billy asked mom why don't Donny wear diapers he wet his pants that is the rules right mommy? Mom turned and looked at all the wet clothes in a pile next to my bed me in dripping wet under pants. Mom said that is right Billy Donny needs to start to learn how to use the potty the right way and go through potty training again. I knew was in trouble now mom led me to the changing table wearing just dripping wet underwear where she lifted me onto it. Mom quickly removed my wet underwear saying I would not be needing them for a long time she wiped my soon-to-be-diapered butt with baby wipes. Billy was standing in his crib next to the changing table watching as mom put baby lotion on my bottom powdered me up then she taped a size 5 Pamper on my bottom then she put an onesie over my head pulled it down in place and snapped it closed. She pulled my summer shorts on put my socks and shoes on and told me to go play. I asked why can't I wear Pull-ups mom said NO you need to earn them like Billy did babies need to learn to hold their potty needs first. I went to the corner of our room to play with a Play Skool train watching Billy climb out of his crib go to our bathroom he used the potty with the door open he sat down and did a poop in the potty then he wiped his bottom. He stood up turned around on the step stool and peed like a big boy. I watch as Billy washed his hands before he came back in our room remove his pajamas and underwear. Billy got new underwear followed by his summer shorts tee shirt socks and shoes putting his dirty clothes in the hamper last of all, all without mom�s help. Mom said it was time to eat breakfast. I slowly did a diaper waddle because the Pampers were so thick I never felt this feeling before I sort of like it but it also made me feel ashamed too as I waddled into the kitchen with the thick diaper bulging out of my summer shorts. When I got to the kitchen Billy was in my booster seat. I started crying I said he is in my seat where am I going to sit. Mom lifted me into the highchair telling me this is where diaper boys need to sit. I started to cry even louder kicking in the seat trying to get out as mom fastened the belt in place. Billy started to giggle saying I look just like the babies at daycare when they are mad. Mom said I need to eat my breakfast before I can get out of the highchair I refused to start eating. Mom started to feed me my oatmeal because I refused to start to eat I had to let mom spoon feed me even though I said I would eat it now. Mom said I had my chance once I was half way finished eating my oatmeal when my daily morning need to poop came to me right on time. Every morning at breakfast I would leave the table to run very quickly to do a poop in my bathroom before I messed my pants I just could not hold it. This day was no different I need to poop right on time I needed to go very bad but now I can't run to the potty to do my poop I will have to hold it like a big boy should. The more I ate the more I needed to poop at the last bite of food the full load of poop I was holding went into my waiting diaper with a backlash of pee I was also holding. Mom told me to finish my 10-ounce bottle of milk before I can get out of my highchair. It was terrible. I started whimpering sucking the bottle hoping Billy would not find out what a baby I was now that I used my diaper like a baby. Billy finished his bottle mom unfastened his belt and Billy climbed out of his booster seat I finished my bottle a few minutes later. Mom wiped my mess face off then lifted me out of my highchair. Mom told Billy to take BABY DONNY to our room he needs his diaper changed AGAIN. Billy now sniffs the air and knows what I had done he said Donny did a stinky Donny needs his dirty diaper changed as we walked to our room Billy was giggling. I felt to load of poop moving in the diaper mom was not coming yet so we played for a while forgetting about my messy diaper I jumped on my rocking horse smashing the poop up the front and back of my diaper. At first it was terrible then I started to bounce and rock it felt kind of good mom came in the room just a few minutes later. I was sitting on the horse playing forgetting I was wet and messy. Mom said baby needs a bath now he has poop all over the place Billy looked at me and said there is poop on the horse even because my diaper leaked. Mom told me NOT TO GET OFF THE HORSE she would lifted off the horse when my bath is ready. Mom went to the the bathroom and started the bath water running. A few minutes later mom lifted me horse and carried me to my waiting bath. Mom unsnapped my onesie removed my wet messy diaper cleaned my bottom of the large mess I had done in my diaper. Mom used baby wipes and wiped the mess off as good as she could with baby wipes then mom put me into the tub I was washed just like I was a baby she would not let me help. Mom washed my hair when she thought I was clean as she could get me. Mom lifted me out of the tube dried me off in a big fluffy towel. Mom put lotion and powder on me making me smell like a real baby. I was carried to the change table where she diapered me put a new onesie snapped it closed and pulled up my clean summer shorts. Mom told me to try keeping my diaper dry until it is potty time. I asked mom about school mom said it was the last day for that that I could go wearing what I am wearing now but I don't need to. I said I will stay home then. Mom said no I will go to daycare with Billy. I said I don't want to go there everyone will tease me. Mom said not in the class I will be going to. I ask what does she mean. She said I will see when I get there. When mom walked us in to the daycare Billy announced that he was a big boy today he showed the his big boy underwear he was so proud in his little boy voice saying he want to play with Jeffy. Billy said Donny is the baby he uses diapers so he is the baby not me. I started to cry mom put a pacifier into my mouth she had it waiting knowing what a cry baby I was in it went stopping the noise I was making. She snapped its string to my sleeve as I started to suck because I was sooooo scared. Miss White walked me into the back room it was the room next to the real baby room. My classroom is for diaper boys over 18 months old ready for potty training. There were six boys plus me I was just about half a head taller than they were so all the cribs, punishment playpen and highchair worked I was the right size for them when they put me into them. Mom had my diaper bag packed with my clothes and plenty of diapers. Every one had their name on a big chart in the front of the room with three boxes one box is for the number of wet diaper changes they had that day the other box was for messy diaper changes the last one was for used potty. They added my name with the number one in the wet box beside it I asked why I was the only one with a number. They said I need a diaper change now. I said I was not wet they said I was too. They started to change me then I felt the cool wetness when they opened my diaper to the air. I don't remember wetting but I was wet. Every one was soon sucking a bottle I was also sucking one too it was very good juice. It tasted so good I did not mind that I was a nine year old sucking a bottle no one in the class seamed to mind so I wanted to fit in with them. When I finished my bottle I started to play with the other boys soon I smelled poop I knew it was not me I was not that much of a baby but it kept getting stronger until one by one three boys had his messy diaper changed. Then the need to pee came to me I tried to let someone know that I need the potty but sense I could only hold my pee for a few minutes by the time I got Miss White's attention my diaper was soaked so now my name has a number 2 beside it was only 8:30. Everyone else has just a number 0 or 1 some boys had a 1 in the messy column my name will never have a 1 in messy column I am not going to do that. About and hour later I need to pee again. Miss White was busy with Peter using the potty they were not fast enough to get me to the potty in time now my name has the number 3 beside it. By lunchtime my name had the number 7 beside it most of the others had 2 or less. After lunch came nap time you need to have the number 1 or less without a messy one to get a big boy mat instead of a crib. We were all put down for our naps. Eating the baby food for lunch had an effect on me now beside needing to pee again I need to poop I stood up trying to get Miss White to let me go potty she told me to lay down it is time for my nap not potty time. While I was laying in the crib I tried to hold it but the more I tried the more the need to poop came soon my diaper was slowly being filled with a small load of poop not very much until I had to let my pee go then rest of the poop came out all at once. I started to whimper and sucking my pacifier soon I fell asleep with a wet messy diaper on my butt. Now my name has the number 8 beside it with a 1 in the messy column. I asked what the name Jimmy age 4 with the number 11 was for they said that is the name of the boy who used the most diapers in a single day. I was given another bottle with every one else. It was 3:00 I needed my diaper changed just a half hour after my nap now my name has the number 10 beside it. I am going to be here until 6:00 I hope my name don't replace Jimmy's. No such luck by 4:30 my name was in his place but the number box was left bank until the end of the day because I had 12 beside my name now. At the end of the day my name had the number 14 beside it. They recommended to mom I need to go to the baby class 12 months to ready to potty train not this class. Donny is not ready to potty his potty needs are to immature for this class. The following day I would be in BABY CLASS NO potty training until I learn to hold my potty needs for a minimum of one hour. We walked out of daycare me wearing nothing but my wet diaper Billy was carrying my now empty diaper bag with my wet summer shorts and tee shirt in it. I was so glad to get out of the daycare I jumped into the baby seat and let mom strap me in. I started to suck my pacifier without thinking. My baby brother Billy watched me and giggled I did not care what could I do. When we got home mom changed my wet diaper with the help of Billy she told us to go play. Mom said Billy will help you get potty trained after you learn to hold your pee for an hour or so until then you will be wearing diapers they are for babies that cannot hold their pee. I felt so ashamed but I never tried to hold my pee before how hard could it be I will have to show them I am not a baby. Dinner time came I was sat in my highchair where I had to eat more baby food this time the effect of more baby food was quicker poop started is way out before I was even half way done with my meal. I felt so ashamed but it was something I could not stop. Mom changed my diaper with Billy's help again Billy was a very good helper wiping the poop from my bottom with mom's guidance he put lotion and powder where it needed to be then he happily put my Pamper on me giggling. He would be four next week and he is already learning to change diapers. Mom gave him a high five and said a few more times changing diapers and he will be able to do it all by his self. Mom lifted me down and told us to go play. I had to do what Billy said because HE WAS THE BIG BOY NOW NOT ME. We played with our trucks and cars for about and hour and a half then mom told me it was my bath-time. Mom remove my wet diaper and gave me a bath washing every part of my body making sure I was not getting diaper rash on my bottom. She dried me put lotion and powder all over my body I smelled just like Billy use to when he was put in his crib for the night. I use to watch him get put down for the night by mom he smelled just like a baby should. I could smell him even when I came to bed two hours later. Billy would look so peaceful with his empty bottle still in his mouth so I would trade his bottle for his pacifier he would start sucking it while he slept I thought that was so funny. Mom had me dressed in a light cotton sleeper that zipped up the back I look at the clock it was 7:00 Billy's bedtime NOT MINE. I yelled at mom why do I have to go to bed this early? Mom said diaper boys need their sleep. She put me in the crib then my bottle in my mouth so I slowly started to suck mom kissed me good night and turn out the lights and closed the door. I sucked my bottle as I cried myself to sleep in the crib. I never seen Billy come to bed that night I was sound asleep when it was his bedtime. Then next morning I woke up looked from inside the crib with a pacifier in my mouth who traded my bottle for my pacifier? Billy was getting dressed for the day mom came into the room and made sure Billy was doing a good job making his dry bed. She turned to me and asked me if I was dry and ready to be a big boy. I did not feel wet so I said I was a big boy I was dry. Mom unzipped my sleeper and checked the front of my diaper. She announced Donny is still a baby he peed his diaper last night. I was put on the changing table with the strap over my chest Bill moved a step stool over to the side of the table where he stood on it so he could change my diaper. First he unsnapped the snaps in the legs of my sleeper then he pulled the legs to my waist he removed my wet diaper wiped me powdered me. Billy pushed my legs into the air put a new diaper under my bottom let my legs down added more powder then pulled the new diaper tight up between my legs fastened the tapes in front these must be different diapers because they are so much thicker. He did it almost as good as mom does. He snapped the legs of my sleeper closed mom put me on the floor. I wanted to beat Billy to the kitchen and the booster seat but with the thicker diaper on made it hard for me to run. Billy was running to his seat I was waddling as fast as I could go I fell in the hall so mom held my hand as we walked to the kitchen. I asked mom if she would take me to the potty so I would not have an accident in the highchair. Mom said real big boys can hold it if I was a real big boy I would have to learn to hold it. Mom put me in the highchair and even before I had my first spoon of food my diaper was full of poop followed by a flood of pee. Mom was sitting my food down on my tray and sniffed the air and said we still have a little baby here with a messy diaper on his butt. Billy giggled mom said before anyone eats we need to change his diaper. Mom carried me to the changing table where she watched Billy carefully unsnap my sleeper and remove my wet messy diaper. He cleaned my bottom put lotion and powder on my bottom. He diapered me with another thick diaper then mom removed my sleeper and dressed me in a bright blue romper that Billy used just about three moths ago. I looked just like the little kids in the baby room at daycare. Billy washed his hands and we ate breakfast I was aloud to feed myself but had to drink from a bottle while billy had a plastic cup. When we finished we were aoud to play in our room before we wouuld go to daycare Billy has not used the potty yet sense he woke up maybe he will have an accident on the way to daycare. I was never aloud to be by myself so I could not get out of these baby clothes because every time I tried to get other clothes Billy would yell to mom. I could not hold my bathroom needs the required amount of time so I had to use my diaper for my bathroom instead. No matter how hard I tried pee would come out even squeezing my hand on my privet part did not help. Poop was so hard to stop too by the time I felt the need to poop it was slipping out into my thick diaper even if I was sitting down on a rocking horse or hard chair. Mom called us to go to daycare Billy grabbed my diaper bag and we were on our way. In baby class there was nothing for me to do except sit in the playpen or the baby swing, highchair, baby bouncer, or crib where ever they put me I had to stay because I was always either strapped in or could not get out no matter how hard I tried. Baby class was not fun at all I could do was play in the playpen with BABY TOYS or spend an hour in a baby swing or bouncer the worst was the walker where all I could do was touch my toes on the floor making it impossible to move anywhere fast. If I messed my diaper in the walker most of the mess went to the front of my diaper so when I was change they had to give me a bath in front of every one. The only comfort I had was my pacifier or bottle. The toys in the playpen were OK but after I mastered the puzzles and activity things it became boring. Wetting my diaper got me the attention I wanted so I started to wet even more by the end of the week I was wetting every half hour and messed about four times a day. They were getting tired of me being wet a messy all time so they sent me back to the training class to teach me a lesson. The first morning back in training class my name was still in the record spot but now the numbers from baby class followed 14 wet and 1 messy was replaced with 22 wet and 4 messy. I was wetting every half hour or more and messed every three hours. I was the same as an eight month old. It took me three months for me to get back to wetting only 10 to 12 times a day and messing 2 times. Training class was the best place for me to be and sense school was starting tomorrow and I was no closer to being potty trained enough for the fourth grade where you are not aloud to take extra potty breaks. You go to class a 9:00 get a break at 10:30 then lunch at 12:00 then a break at 1:30 go home at 3:00. If you can not keep your pants dry that long you need to wear training pants with protective water proof pants. If you have more that two accidents in a week you will have to go back to the third grade until you get potty trained enough to come back to the fourth grade. I knew that I could not hold it very long so I was happy to stay at daycare where no one ever make fun of me. Even though I was the biggest and oldest kid in daycare using diapers no one ever teased me I was tutored for school so I never had to go to school and get teased b the kids there. Daycare would be my school until I turned thirteen or got out of diapers witch ever came first. In the summertime when the older kids came to daycare they never saw me because I never left the toddler rooms. When school was in I could swim in the pool and do other big kids things out side. I could dive of the 10 foot board. I taught the babies how to swim and not be afraid of things like climbing and riding on things. I was their hero even when they got older they looked up to me for support and friendship even though I was still a big diaper baby I was a big boy to them.