Not Quite an Accident

Chapter 9

Doctor Walsh looked as happy as Brad had ever seen her as she came in to find him sulking and streaky faced, sitting on the exam table in a wet diaper. She could tell that perhaps for the first time she would have no trouble with him whatever. She wanted to keep him in the diaper, but she decided that it might be best to get it off so she could accurately check his weight. There wouldn’t be much danger, he’d just wet so he wouldn’t need to go again for a while, and he still had nominal control over it anyhow.

“First thing’s first, Brad. I see someone’s diaper is sagging. Would you like me to get that off for you?” Dr. Walsh offered sweetly.

Brad gave the expected nod and Dr. Walsh hoisted him onto the table and took off his pants and shirt with ease, as well as his sneakers. She gently pushed him back to lay down and then peeled back the tapes of the diaper. Shhlllick…. Shhhliick… and two more times before finally her patient felt the cool draft over his heated bottom and the diaper was slipped out from under him. Dr. Walsh spent little time wiping him up. He was a boy, he was in diapers, and he was going to smell like pee before long again no matter how well she cleaned him.

“There, that’s better isn’t it?” She smiled cheerily. Brad wasn’t used to this and smiled back to her nodding that it was indeed better. He even felt a little happier now that everyone didn’t seem to be angry at him. He felt less exposed now as well, now that he was, to him, far away from the reception room full of staring mothers and other kids.

Dr. Walsh guided him to the scale, marking things down on her clip board, and then to the height measurer, deciding that he hadn’t grown at all. She could see that he was plumping a bit from the inactivity and frequent naps, and the fact that his weight hadn’t increased meant he was losing muscle mass, something the doctor had been waiting for.

And with the medical niceties out of the way, her main business was to explain the next phase of his training. These phases that required his cooperation were never her favorites, but then, she knew that physical force and medical science weren’t the only means to her ends. She could use guile as well as any woman could.

“Now then young man, your mommy tells me you’ve been flooding your trainers. Is this true?” The doctor asked, poking in his belly button to draw a giggle.

Brad didn’t understand why the doctor was being so nice, but it was a welcome change. “I dunno…” He said bashfully, a blush coming over his cheeks. It was to his mother’s turn to be the stern one now.

“Brad! Don’t lie… Yes, doctor. He’s had two wettings just today that have soaked through. He was on my lap for one of them and then I decided I needed to talk to you.” She explained, looking to Brad with extraordinary displeasure.

“Is that right?” The doctor asked, still focusing on her patient. Brad whined and looked between them before nodding that it was.

“Well we can’t have you making messes on the carpet and in your bed, can we? Diapers are fine to wet for a child your age, bur furniture is another matter entirely…” The doctor said rather pointedly. Brad just looked down and she took his silence as consent, not that it was really needed.

“Well, what can we do about this Brad?” She asked, raising his chin to look up at her. “It seems to me that we have two choices.”

Brad peered at her and asked very softly as he looked between the doctor and his mother. “What are they?” His voice trembled a little and he had a feeling that neither would be fun.

“Well, as my professional opinion, I would advise your mother to place you back in diapers full time and put you on a changing schedule like any other incontinent baby.” The doctor said with a grim face, knowing the reaction this would receive from her helpless charge.

“No! I’m not staying in diapers ever!” Brad said as authoritatively as he could, naked on the exam table with the two women hovering over him.

“But baby, you stay in diapers for most of the day anyhow, the only reason you have problems is you keep trying to hold everything in like a big boy when we both know you’re not.” His mother cooed, trying to calm him and help him to see just why this course was better. Of course, she didn’t want it to go that way.

Forcing a boy back into diapers would result in ridiculous amounts of crying, fussing, and possible physical harm inflicted on himself no matter how well watched he was. Constipation or an infection of the urinary tract could result from refusal to use the diapers, or more serious problems occur if too much medication was employed to avoid the former problem. That was why Doctor Walsh had counseled that they let him pick the second option, which his mother soon explained.

“Ok, ok, hush now baby mommy’s here… There’s another way that the doctor and I can keep you out of diapers and let you stay a big boy.” Mia smiled down at him with a winning look. She was glad to see the relief in his eyes, like the look of a baby finally letting go and wetting themselves.

“What is it mommy I’ll do it!” He said enthusiastically, and not at all in his indoor voice.

“Well, from a purely mathematical standpoint, the problem is this.” The doctor began, using her best clinical voice. “Your bladder, as weak as it is thanks to you being sick, is still around the size of a four year old’s from my last tests. Training pants weren’t meant to handle that volume of pee, as they’re only designed for small toddlers. They can take a small wetting, but when you hold it in ‘til your bladder is full, that’s a big boy accident, not a baby one and the trainers can’t hold it all. Do you understand little one?” The doctor asked. She had avoided using her usual technical terms and describing the actual bladder volume measurements she had taken, as well as the absorbency ratings of his trainers.

She of course found these things fascinating and quite useful to his therapy, but more than to impress him with her knowledge of nappies, she wanted him to understand and, above all, cooperate.

“I think so doctor…” Brad said, wondering where this was going.

“Well, if you wet more often when you need to and don’t try to hold it, you wont wet as much at once, and it wont flood your trainers. So, when your mommy cant take you to the potty in time, you need to just relax and give in. It cant be that hard, you do it when you wear diapers out of the house, as I can see…” Here the doctor gestured to the diaper genie that held his still warm wet diaper.

“I didn’t mean to it was cuz…” The doctor cut Brad’s reply off.

“Its alright baby, we know this isn’t your fault, but you have to help your mommy deal with it and leaving puddles wherever you sit isn’t good.” The doctor scolded.

“She’s right baby. If you want to stay in trainers you’ll have to just learn to pee when mommy isn’t around to take you potty. Otherwise its back to diapers. Its up to you little guy…” His mother looked down at him questioningly.

“I wanna stay in my trainers!” Was the natural reply.

“Ok then it’s settled. Mia, you can take him on home once you get him dressed. Check his trainers often to make sure that he wets them when you aren’t around to take him to the potty. I’d start a star chart if I were you.” The doctor smiled here at the irony, as this was more common for potty training than un-potty training.

“Good idea Doctor, thanks!” Mia smiled and looked to Brad.

“Thank Dr. Walsh for letting you keep your trainers.” She ordered.

“Thank you Doctor…” Brad said. for the first time he actually meant it. His mommy and the doctor were being very accommodating despite his accidents and misbehavior earlier in the day.

The doctor helped Mia dress him to his muted protests, and saw him out the door before waving in another boy his age, who looked at Brad and the bulge of a diaper between his legs and, rather than laughing, merely looked down. He was already wetting the bed again, and wondered how long it would be before he too had something white and rustling between his legs.

Mia led him out, amused that almost half of the doctor’s patients were now boys, largely the brothers of her usual girl patients. She had to wonder just how far this therapy was going to go, but for now she was focused on her son as they drove home.

“Mommy do I really gotta wet myself all the time now?” Brad asked.

“No of course not baby, just don’t try to hold it when mommy cant take you to pee when you need to.” Mia said soothingly. She was glad the doctor hadn’t laid down any hard rules for this new training, as she always did like to work at her own pace.

“Ok baby, we’ll start your training now and mommy’s going to check you every hour to make sure you’re wet or on the potty, ok?” Mia asked, smiling to him. “If you can wet when you need to like a good boy, you’ll get a star, but if you don’t you get a frowny face!” She gave a mournful tone to this, showing him the respective stickers. “Too many frownies and its back to diapers!”

“No!”

Mia was going to have to get used to hearing this toddler like reaction frequently, she thought to herself.

“Ok baby, you don’t need to go back to diapers if you do like mommy says. Now go play.” She handed him a sippy cup of juice and sent him on his way. He came back once he was done and pointed down at his still bulging bottom.

“Oh how silly of mommy! You still have your diaper on for when we were out of the house. Is baby wet?” Mia asked, squeezing the front of the diaper. She found that he was fairly dry.

“Ok, well, we can start now. Baby, why don’t you practice wetting just a little bit for mommy.

“But mommy, I don’t need to go!” Brad protested.

“Mommy knows that baby, but if you wait ‘til you need to go all the time you’ll just flood your trainers, remember what the doctor said? Remember our deal?” She pressed,

Brad looked up at her, sulking, and then stomped his foot, as though it were a magical gesture that would make this problem just go away. His mother, however, was not budging, and surely hadn’t been dissipated by his foot stomping, nor had the diaper.

She snatched him up into her lap and hugged him gently. She could have made him wet, but just forcing a boy to wet wasn’t the way to train him.

“Baby, mommy isn’t going to have a wet lap again. Let’s make a nice wet diaper for mommy ok?” She coaxed.

“Mom I’m not a baby!”

“Mommy knows that Brad, but you need to prove it. Pee a little bit so you wont hold it in and make a mess of us both.”

Brad looked up at her and whined, searching her blue eyes for any sign of yielding, which of course didn’t come. Mia positioned her hand over the crotch of his diaper and smiled to him reassuringly.

“Mommy’s here Brad and its ok to wet if you need to. Come on pee for mommy and I’ll put up a star on your chart.” He fidgeted a bit.

“And” She added enticingly “You can get out of that diaper.” Me smiled to him and poked his nose, grinning as she saw the smile returned. Brad looked around and blushed a bit, then exhaled, looking down at his mother’s hand over the front of his diaper as he grunted a bit.

Mia felt the diaper warm slightly and smiled, gushing far more than he just had.

“Good boy! Let’s put up a sticker and mommy can get you changed!”

She handed him a sticker and directed him to put it on a spot on the new chart, then whisked him off to be out of the diaper and into his trainers. Brad lay there as she enacted the now familiar ritual of the diaper change.

“Mommy, do I need to poop my trainers too?” He asked, his previous levity disappearing as he saw the small yellow spot in the nappy.

“Of course not baby, you can still hold that as long as you use the potty often enough, though if you have to go back to diapers you’ll need to poop in them since they don’t come off as easy.” Mia tossed the wet diaper away and held up a pair of training pants.

“So are you going to pee when you need to or are you going to start sitting in a poopie diaper like a baby?” She asked him, wondering which action was more infantile.

“Can I have the trainers mommy? I’ll pee if I have to…” He agreed. Mia stood him up, had him step into them, and snapped the waist bands. He had his unpotty training pants on, and now it was time to really get down to business.

Brad scurried off happily, wearing only the trainers and t shirt like a real toddler. His mommy stayed in the nursery for a while, rummaging about and doing what he wisely categorized as “mommy stuff”. Much of this no longer meant anything to him.

Of course, Mia knew better. She was weighing the wet diaper to check his fluid output against his usual wetting and that of his proper age group. He had only peed about two ounces, a good bit less than normal. If she kept this up, his bladder would be shrunk through lack of the stretching that occurred when it was full, and he would begin to need to wet more frequently all on his own. Then it would be only a matter of time before either she got tired of the frequent potty runs and trainer changes, or he did.