Not Quite an Accident

Chapter 3

Brad woke up in a wet dirty diaper. He hadn't had any sedatives the night before as his mother hadn't wanted him falling asleep before he got himself in trouble. It was unfortunate for him since this meant he wasn’t likely to be able to fall back asleep in the state he was in.

He was sore from being in the same position, and his diaper was terribly itchy and clammy. When he moved he could feel the diaper sticking to him between his legs as it was a bit messy. The front was terribly wet as well and he could feel it around his thighs almost to the point of leaking and very cold where the air met the absorbent material.

Brad couldn’t believe this was happening to him. As if the humiliation of being caught rubbing his penis against the diaper wasn’t bad enough, he’d now have to face his mother with a wet messy diaper that he couldn’t do anything about. Regardless that embarrassment was better than spending anymore time stuck in the crib!

The familiar “Mommy” Wail reached Mia’s ears and she soon came into her son’s room, which still looked fairly like a big boys room except for the crib and a few diapering supplies. She’d have to change that soon, she mused.

“What’s wrong baby?” She asked sweetly as she wipes up his slightly sweaty brow, smelling the scent of the dirty diaper and smiling inwardly.

“Mommy lemme up!” Brad begged, squirming as best he could.

“Baby you were very bad last night and mommy needs to do things so it doesn’t happen again. I’m sorry but you left me no choice. I’ve talked to the doctor and she has a way to keep you from playing with your peeepee that might not be so unpleasant, if you’re willing to try it…” She said with a smile. It was best to get him to agree to it now.

“Okay okay just lemme up!” Brad begged. He was soon released and had his diapered bottom rolled up as his mother slid the changing pad under him. Brad was simply too weak and tired to resist after such a night, and he’d slept poorly. His mother knew he’d be just as cranky as if he’d had the sedatives, but this had been necessary to get him to submit to the next parts of his training. Besides, she thought, this would give her a chance to practice changing dirty diapers.

Brad laid still as she undid the tapes and then tickled his stomach playfully just to try to get a smile. She gained perhaps half of one before it faded once she peeled away the slimy diaper.

“Awww smelly baby” Mia teased with soft laughter. She quickly stopped when it looked like her child was ready to cry. She whiped off some of the mess with the diaper and then took care of the rest with baby whipes. She noted the redness reaching from his perineum all up the line of his little butt crack and frowned, taking out some rash cream and rubbing it on.

“Does that feel better Braddy?” She cooed, still trying to get him in a better mood.

“Yes mommy” Brad said with a tiny smile.

“Good baby. I want you feeling and looking well for when the doctor comes by. We’d better get you a bath before then too.” She said thoughtfully. She wasn’t surprised when Brad burst into tears at these latest revelations. She managed to wiggle some underwear on him and wrap him up in his blanket, trying to calm him while she took him down to breakfast.

Mia set him in a seat and smiled to him as she put a bowl of oatmeal and some milk in front of him. She’d decided to begin to slowly alter his diet, but without making any definite statement on what she was doing. Too much at once would just make for a cranky little boy.

“Here you go baby. Stop sniffling and eat up, you’ll feel better.” She smiled sweetly and sat down beside him to have her coffee and some cereal. Brad soon decided that he was a bit hungry and began to eat. Halfway through his fruit he looked up at his mother.

“Does the doctor really have to come?” He asked sullenly.

“Yes baby.” She replied, reaching a hand out to pat his thigh. “But it will just be a short visit and she won’t be here for long. And besides with this treatment mommy wont have to strap you down before bed.” She said, giving him reason to look on the bright side.

“Okay Mommy” Brad agreed. He soon finished his breakfast and climbed into Mia’s lap to get comfy. She smiled dwon at him and simply cuddled him for a while. He was going to have a hard day. After a few moments passed she shifted him about.

“Come on kiddo it’s time for your bath.” She said, grabbing him up before he could try to scamper off.

“Awww mom I just had one of those yesterday.” He reasoned. Since he always said this he didn’t expect it to be much help and was unsurprised when he was set down on the bathroom floor to watch his mother fill the tub. She didn’t asked if he needed to pee. She wanted him to do it in the tub, to get used to wetting away from the toilet. She soon snatched him up and plopped him in the bath despite his protestations.

Brad fussed while his mother scrubbed up his hair and gently wiped over his penis and bottom. His diaper rash had cleared up from being able to air out and it wasn’t quite as red anymore, although it did draw a bit of whining while she cleaned him there. Mia soon left him to play on his own, giving him a babyish rubber ducky and then heading to his room to prepare things.

Brad was finally alone and feel to do things unsupervised. He soon ended up peeing in the bath, glad to be able to wet without his mother or the doctor watching. He was engrossed in his play and scarcely noticed an hour passing. Finally his mother came in to see if he’d grown fins and chuckled as she found him playing with a little toy boat. He looked up at her in surprise as he noticed her and just smiled. It was always terrible getting the little boy into the bath, but then he didn’t want to leave.

“Come on honey, lets get you out of there and up to your room. Did you have fun?” She asked. Brad nodded vigorously and recounted the adventures of boat and ducky to her. She just chuckled as she listened and wrapped a towel around him, draining the water and heading downstairs.

“You must be tired from all that fun.” His mother said pointedly. Brad naturally missed this point, partly because he wanted to.

“No way!” He said with a giggle.

“Well good then. You can watch tv for a bit until the doctor comes. His mother offered, setting him on the couch clad in just the towel. Mia had to take him to the bathroom twice before the door bell rang and the doctor entered. Brad looked up and whimpered, pulling the towel around himself as it had fallen aside.

“Now baby that’s nothing I havent seen before.” The doctor said with a smirk.

“Say hi to Dr. Walsh like a good boy.” His mother said firmly as the doctor walked in, carrying a bag of supplies.

“Hi.”Brad murmured softly as he moved to stand behind his mother, still wearing his towel over as much of his body as he could.

“It should be about time to get him ready for his nap, right Mia?” The doctor asked with a smile that promised something bad for him.

“Nuh uh I’m not tired!” Brad declared. His mother grabbed his arm and moved him to stand infront of her, tugging the towel down and swatting his bottom.

“Don’t talk back baby. You definitely need a nap if you’re going to argue with Dr. Walsh, especially when she came to help you.

“What do you mean?” Brad asked, looking between the two of them and covering his crotch with both his hands.

“I mean…” The doctor started, kneeling down to his level and moving his hands. “That I have a better way to keep you from being bad while you’re in bed. Your mom tells me that you don’t like being restrained when sleepy time comes?” She asked as though she didn’t already know the answer.

The memory of that morning was still fresh in Brad’s mind and he shook his head vigorously.

“Well come on” The doctor said as she picked him up and the three of them started for his room. “I have a way to keep you from playing with your peepee that will still let you move around. It’ll feel odd at first but I’m sure you’ll get used to it.”

The doctor smiled and brought him into his room.

“Where’s the changing table?” She asked his mother pointedly.

“Oh I don’t have one for him anymore.” His mother answered as she lay the changing pad down on the bed.

“You’ll need to have a changing table set up for all his diapering supplies, and it helps to be able to hold him more securely, especially for things like this. Go ahead and get a diaper ready, he’ll need it.” The doctor winked at Brad and he just lay there and fidgeted. He didn’t want to know what was in that bag.

His mother lifted his legs, drawing him out of his contemplations as she put the diaper under his bottom and wipes him up with a baby wipe. “Baby can you put your hands on your tummy for me?” She asked with a small smile.

“What’s going to happen mommy?” Brad asked as bit nervously as he complied.

“It’s okay little one the doctor is just going to put the tube in your peepee again to help you behave.” She said as she put both his wrists in one of her hands and pressed down to hold his upper body while her other arm went over his thighs holding him still.

“Nooo not that!” Brad whined, remembering the catheter thing as soon as he saw the doctor pull it out. It looked different this time, a foley catheter with a small balloon at the end.

“Hold him steady Mia while I get the lubricant in.” The doctor instructed, holding his penis up towards his belly and poking a round tipped syringe into it as she held the lips apart with pressure on the top and bottom of his glans. Brad yelped and began to whimper as she forced the cold gel into his urethra and then withdrew the syringe, preparing the catheter.

“Has he wet recently?” The doctor asked, trying to decide what to set the catheter up for.

“Yes he just had a bath, he’s been wetting at bath time recently.” His mother said matter of factly.

“Oh that’s to be expected with boys, very little bladder control at all. But it makes things easier, I can just run the test and then leave it in.” With this the doctor began to force the tube with its slightly bulbous top into his penis. Brad whined with each inch that it went in until he felt the pressure somewhere in his tummy. The doctor smiled at his face and tickled him a bit, and he soon felt the tube slide in past the resistance in him.

The doctor held up a bag of clear fluid and Brad felt the need to pee start to rise. “Same as last time baby. Tell me when you cant hold it anymore okay?” The doctor asked as coaxingly as her businesslike demeanor would allow. Brad whined and tried to calm down for a while but soon began to squirm and try to pee, the pressure being too much. The doctor smiled and marked something down on a chart before lowering the bag to drain him. Once all the liquid was out she detached the bag and drew an injection needle.

Brad began to struggle all the more until she inserted it not into him, but into the catheter. Brad felt something wiggle within him and then it was over. He lay there looking up at his mother as she released him.

“I know baby I know that was so bad right? But you shouldn’t have been naughty. And besides this will be better than being restrained right?” Mia asked with a sweet smile.

Brad could only nod softly as he lay atop the diaper, the end of the catheter just barely poking out of his urethra.

“He’ll get used to it I’m sure.” The doctor stated as she observed her work and then nodded satisfactorily. “But during the punishment he might act up or regress, start having accidents. You already take him to the potty don’t you?” The doctor asked, paying no attention to her squirmy patient.

“Oh yes.” Mia replied with a nod. Brad blushed and whined, but was ignored.

“It might be best to add some additional protection. I’d suggest pull ups training pants for him during the day.” The doctor said helpfully.

“NO!” Brad cried. “I’m not wearing diapers!” Finally the two women looked at him, though he now wished they had kept talking over his head.

“Baby the adults are talking and its rude to interupt!” His mother chided angrily as she swatted his thigh.

“It’s okay Mia I figured this might happen. Get his legs up.”

Mia moved to do just that and was met with a great deal of kicking and fussing. Brad couldn’t believe this. Now he wasn’t allowed to pee on his own and worse yet they were going to treat him like a toddler. He had had too much and it showed as he threw a screaming spitting tantrum.

It took his mother and the doctor to get him under control and as he struggled in his mother’s arms he felt the doctor apply some vaseline and slide something into his bottom.

“There that’ll stop baby’s cranky streak, nice nappy time medicine.” The doctor said with a grin.

Brad continued to whine softly but his mother knew he wouldn’t be any trouble now and laid him down.

“I’ve got him Dr. Thanks.” Mia said as she taped up his diaper and picked him up to take him to his crib. Brad glared at the doctor over his mother’s shoulder but his eyes were already sleepy.

He tried to fight to stay awake and squirm around. Keeping active would let him stay up. His mother noticed and gave him a disapproving frown before gathering him in her arms and starting to rock him gently and hum. She promised him everything would be okay and quieted him. Soon he felt weaker and sleepier and he couldn’t squirm anymore.

The doctor and Mia stood staring down at the senseless boy as he lay in just the diaper, sleeping soundly.

“Do you think I should go get the trainers while he’s sleeping?” Mia asked.

“No, it’s better to force him to participate in the process. They are after all his trainers.” The doctor said, stressing the possessive

“Alright I’ll give him a while to nap. Anything else I need to buy?” Mia asked, sure there would be more.

“Oh yes.” The doctor said with a chuckle. “He’ll need some more foley catheters, at least fourteen since you’ll be using them at nap time too. We need to reduce his bladder size, it’s scarcely gone down at all in the first weeks of training. Also I think it’s about time you invested in a changing table and high chair for him. Especially the changing table. Oh and a new car seat, he could catch on to what we’re up to at any time and it’s best not to have him run around telling people about the therapy. I can write you a prescription for a toddler harness as well.”

“He’s going to be even crankier once I get ahold of all that.” Mia said with a thoughtful smile.

“Oh yes, but just introduce it gradually. He’ll have a week or two to get used to the training pants before the next phase starts and in that time you can get him used to some of the new equipment. Stick to the plan I gave you and bring him by in another week. I’m eager to see your progress, baby Brad.” The doctor smiled and squeezed the front of his diaper, smiling all the more when she found it to be warm. The doctor left and his mother soon followed with a quick look over her shoulder.

“Have a good nap Braddykins, we have a big afternoon planned for you.” And she shut the door.

It was an hour or two later that Brad woke up in a clammy diaper. He was used to this by now, but his penis felt somewhat funny. He wiggled his diapered crotch against the bed and gave a small whimper as he felt the catheter tube wiggle inside him. Any pressure on the diaper pushed the tube about uncomfortably, not to mention squishing the wetness against him. Brad sat up slowly, quite groggy from the suppository. He had to get out of this mess, and it only got worse as his thoughts cleared.

Was he really going to have to wear training pants now? This wasn’t fair! He wasn’t a toddler, he was just a little ill and the doctor could make him all better. Of course he didn’t ever want to see the doctor again, and that just made things more complicated. The remedy to all of this, he figured, was his mother, whom he was soon crying for.

Mia came into the room with a gentle smile and plucked him up into her arms. “Oh Brad such a lot of noise, calm down baby we have lots to do.” She said brightly, contrasting her demeanor with her less happy child’s.

“Mommy you don’t think I need trainin pants do you?” Brad asked, looking up at her as she busied herself preparing the changing mat and a new change of clothes. She hadn't even bothered to check if he was wet.

“Of course not baby but the doctor says you should.” She said as she laid him down on the pad and began to undo the tabs of the diaper. She thought better of lifting it just yet, remembering the days when Brad was a real baby and a diaper change could be turned into a game of pee roulette. She instead gathered up the syringe that would deflate the balloon on the catheter so she could take that out quickly.

“Okay Brad, how does your peepee feel?” She asked as she pressed on his lower tummy to make sure there wasn’t any pee left to dribble out of him.

“It’s a little sore mommy and it feels like I’m having an accident” He said, still getting used to the way the catheter held his bladder open.

“That’s okay baby lets get that yucky thing out of you.” Mia said with a smile. She soon had his diaper down and quickly wiggled the end of the tube out a bit, making Brad wince as he felt a tug inside him. She then slipped the needle into a valve and pulled the plunger back until it read the same amount in the needle as the doctor had initially put into the catheter. Mia then gently wiggled the catheter out of him.

Brad winced as the catheter cleared a curve inside of him and just whined a bit, but he had to hold still. He wanted it out more than she did. Mia, satisfied, threw the catheter away and swatted his legs apart, bending in to peer at the little slit in his penis. It was red, but didn’t seem to bad off. She applied a bit of diaper rash cream around the head and opening of his penis and smiled down at him as she tickled his belly playfully.

“Would Braddy like to have some baby powder?” She asked softly.

“Nuh uh not a baby!” Was the fairly predictable reply. Mia just sighed and dressed him, knowing soon he wouldn’t have much of a choice.

“Now I put you in undies for today, but if you have another accident you’ll be in trainers. Understood?” She asked sternly.

‘Yes Mommy….” Brad murmured as he stared down.

“Good boy. Now come have some lunch and then we can go out.” She said, leading him to a tray with a sandwich and plenty of juice, which she’d conveniently dosed with a little muscle relaxant and a good bit of the diuretic, the new day time formula.

Brad settled in to eat, looking up between bites and gulps.

“Where are we going? The fair?” He asked, as though this were a perfectly sensible option.

“Close, but no.” Mia said, smiling at the precocious boy. “We need to go to the mall and get a few things Dr. Walsh wanted.

“Awwww…” Brad complained. Anything the Doctor wanted for him couldn’t be good.

“No pouting, finish your lunch and we’ll go.” Mia said, as she went to get her purse leaving Brad to gulp down the large glass of juice, and its dose of special medicine.

Mia smiled at him and packed up a juice box for the car ride. She wanted him to be quite well hydrated, as she already had a fairly clear plan for getting him into the training pants.

“Alright time to go kiddo.” She said, offering him her hand. Brad blushed and crossed his arms, not wanting to be led about like a baby. Mia shrugged it off and showed him out to the car. She did decide to buckle him in and squeezed the strap on him as a bit of punishment for his defiance. In no time they were rolling down the highway heading for the mall. Mia had already decided on a path that could keep them a good distance from a bathroom, at least until they reached the baby supplies store. She had to hope there was a pharmacy around as well, and she thought she remembered one nearby.

“What are we getting mommy?” Brad asked. Mia couldn’t hide her smile. He was calling her mommy again all the time, and seemed a bit more dependent. Hopefully he could learn to enjoy his new place and begin to act like the cuddly toddler he was about to become.

“Just a few things pumpkin. It won’t take very long.” She said soothingly. By the time she pulled into the parking lot she could see her son’s legs squeezed together and smiled slyly. This time Brad did hold her hand as he was feeling a bit sluggish, and she had to slow her pace to let him keep up, thanks to the muscle relaxants.

“Mommy, take me to the bathroom.” Brad whined when they had just entered the mall.

“We’ll find one near the store we’re going to don’t worry.” Mia cooed to him, leading him along. “Keep an eye out for one okay?” She said encouragingly.

Brad did, but try as he might he couldn’t see one. By the time they reached the baby supply store Brad was already whining more desperately, but it turned into a different kind of whining when he saw where his mother was taking him.

“Moooooom! This store’s for babies I’m not goin in there!” He said, stomping his foot authoritatively.

“Then you can stand out there and pee your pants.” She said as though it didn’t matter. “The bathroom’s in here somewhere.” She added. That was all the motivation he needed to grudgingly grasp her hand once more and let her lead him in. He began to peek about for the bathroom and murmured to his mother, tugging on her shirt occasionally as she began to talk to the sales clerk. She knew Brad would be too embarrassed to ask to go pee in front of a strange lady, and she planned to keep the conversation going as long as necessary.

The clerk, Tiffany, smiled down at Brad, noting his scrunched up face.

“Is he having trouble potty training? We have baby potties over in aisle five, or diapers in aisle seven. A lot of mothers give up on their first try, especially with boys, but he looks a bit big.” She smiled to him and tickled under his chin. That was all it took as the giggle ended up releasing the floodgates.

Tiffany and Mia both looked down at him and Brad froze in terror, his face turning red as a puddle began to form on the tile floor after flowing down the inside of his pants leg.

“Oh Brad how could you!” Mia scolded.

“It’s okay, there’s a changing room down the next aisle, does he have a clean change of undies? Or maybe trainers would be more appropriate?” Sharon suggested helpfully.

“I think so. I’ll get him cleaned up, if you could bring some that would fit him I’d be very glad, I don’t think we need to make any more tracks than necessary.” Mia said as Brad slowly moved to her and buried his face against her.

“Okay I’ll be right there.” Tiffany nodded and moved off after calling for a mop.

Mia smiled inwardly as she began to drag her soggy boy towards the lady’s bathroom. Brad moved along with her wordlessly. It felt like everyone was staring at him and he just wanted to cry. His wet pants stuck to his skin with every movement and he only felt the tiniest bit of relief when his mother got him in to the bathroom. Mia wasted no time unfolding the changing table and hoisting Brad up onto it. He couldn’t help but feel that his elevated state made him all the more noticeable and he began to whine softly.

Mia hushed him and stroked his tummy while she worked at peeling off his wet clothes. A woman walked into the bathroom. Mia hardly worried, but Brad could feel her eyes on him and almost swore he heard her tsk at his wet condition. The woman moved to do her makeup and Brad watched her just to focus on something other than the obvious problem.

Mia soon had his pants off, and was satisfied that his socks and shirt were okay, so she lifted his bottom and pulled off his underwear. These she simply tossed In the trash, though Brad was too busy staring at the lady doing her makeup to take note of this latest ominous sign. Mia made use of a dispenser of baby wipes and wipes Brad’s crotch, thighs, and legs up fairly well. She didn’t have a lot of wipes and she figured no one would be surprised if her apparent toddler smelled a bit damp.

Tiffany came back in just as Mia had her child’s bottom up in the air to wipe up between his cheeks. Not that it would have gotten wet there, but she figured while she had him like this she might as well.

Tiffany walked over and smiled down at Brad, carrying a bag of merchandise.

“Did your mommy make you all better?” She asked teasingly. Brad covered his face and just whimpered, refusing to answer.

“Awww he’s shy.” She cooed as she took a pack of large training pants and some sesame street overalls out of the bag. “I got the least expensive I could, and I brought a bag for his wet things.” She said helpfully.

“Oh you’re a life saver!” Mia exclaimed. “Do you think you could distract him while I get these on? He's always awful for diaper changes.” Mia explained.

“Sure thing.” Tiffany agreed. “But I thought you were potty training him.” She moved over a bit, handing Mia the package of trainers and tickling under Brad’s armpits to get him to take his hands from his face. Brad couldn’t help but giggle a bit and look up at the kind woman, calming down a bit as she didn’t seem to be making such a big deal of the matter. Still it was terribly embarrassing to be seen naked and wet by a stranger.

“Oh I diaper him for bed time, he wets just about every night and usually for nap time.” Mia explained as she tore open the package of trainers and examined the pull ups, deciding they were the right size.

Brad looked at his mother with a look of utmost betrayal. The humiliation too much for him and drawing yet another tantrum. He screamed at her and tried to get off of the changing table, but Tiffany held him still and his mother had soon swatted his bottom enough to turn the screaming into soft crying. While Tiffany stroked his hair out of his face and cooed to him his mother wiggled the trainers up his legs and then put on the overalls. The two women stood talking over him after he was dressed.

“I’m sorry he’s so cranky, he’s like that around strangers sometimes, and his regression isn’t helping matters. He was doing so well with his training too, even had a few dry nights.” Mia said truthfully.

“I understand. Don’t worry about it I think he’s cute. Listen I need to get back to the register but finish your shopping and I’ll just add this stuff to the bill okay?” Tiffany said with a smile.

‘Thanks again.” Mia said with a bright smile. “I’ll be sure to pay for it.”

“Oh don’t worry. I’m sure you can pay me back by letting me babysit sometime. All the cute little ones around here and I don’t have one of my own.” Tiff said with a soft sigh, smiling down at Brad as he finally settled. “Would you like Miss Tiff to come sit for you little one?” She asked him in babying tones. Brad nodded softly just to make it end and Tiffany smiled down at him before heading out. Mia hefted him off the changing table and stood him infront of her.

“That was very naughty Braddy. I expect you to behave better next time we’re out, especially when someone is so nice as to help hide your accident.” She said pointedly. Brad managed a submissive nod and offered his mother his hand. She soon led him back out to the aisles, carrying the remaining trainers and a bag with his wet pants in them. She decided it was time to get a cart and in no time Brad found himself seated in the basket with a belt over his tummy.

“Awww mom…” He started, but Mia silenced him with a glare. “You’re already in trouble Brad, I don’t need you running around getting into more. Just hush so mommy can get the things you need.” She said, before heading down the aisle where she’d been told the training pants were. She’d need more of those.

“What are we getting?” Brad asked softly, though with the usual curious hint.

“Oh just a few things baby.” Mia smiled. With his back facing the cart it would be harder for him to see what she selected. Brad couldn’t help but notice the large box with a picture of a table on it, but he remained blissfully unaware of the harness and car seat in front of the new changing table.

“Hmmm I’m nearly out of space.” Mia said wistfully as she tossed some baby powder into the cart. “Oh I know.” She said with a smile, remembering the doctor’s instructions. “Here baby, hold these.”

Brad found himself holding a jumbo pack of boys training pants adorned with little characters, though thankfully not baby characters. There was spider man and… wait a minute! These weren’t his!

“Nooo!” He whined as the plastic package with a picture of a gleeful potty training toddler crinkled in his grip.

“Baby… do you want a spanking on your wet bottom?” Mia asked, emphasizing the wet part to remind him why he needed the training pants. Brad quickly shook his head and quieted.

They continued through the store, giving Mia time to consider some other items her child might be needing further down the road. She was already mentally planning the new nursery she’d add in a spare bedroom, and then turn Brad’s old room into the new guest room. Perhaps Dr. Walsh could come stay the night sometime, she thought with a chuckle.

Finally after a good bit of window shopping Mia rolled the cart up to the counter. A clerk came over to scan the boxes while she loaded the smaller merchandise onto the counter. Brad could only whimper when he realized that Tiffany was checking out the items.

“Hey it’s my favorite big boy!” She gushed, smiling to him. “Howabout you give me those big boy pants so I can check them out and your mommy can get you home?”

Brad blushed and whimpered, but he saw no way out of it. He handed Tiff the training pants and just looked down while she put them back in the cart and messed up his hair. Tiff and his mother chatted a bit over his head as she checked out his nighttime diapers. He heard some numbers being exchanged and other such adult stuff, and just wiggled a bit. He could feel the training pants were bulky, like wearing two or three pairs of underwear if not more, and they were tight like diapers. And then it was over and the cart was being wheeled out to the parking lot. Mia decided she’d get more catheters tomorrow, as the doctor had left enough to last for a day or two.

“Aren’t you happy baby?” She asked as she settled him into the car and got him belted in.

“What about?” He asked sullenly.

“Mommy has Ms Tiff’s number, she said she could come and babysit you!” Mia said brightly.

The ride home was conducted despite the cranky boy in the back seat.