The Recovery A Story The car pulled into the drive slowly. Dusk was quickly approaching as the sky turned dark and the moons glow shone down, reflecting off the windshield. Mrs. Waters was out of the car before the engine cut off. Mr. Waters quickly came around the other side, "Shhhhh, he's asleep." He said softly as he carefully opened the rear door of the car. "Try not to wake him." "I'm just glad we finally got to bring him home!" Mrs. Waters commented, hugging her husband. "Get the diapers the hospital gave us, I'll carry him," Mr. Waters suggested. He reached in, and pulled the sleeping child up, into his arms. "He's so cute when he's sleeping," he commented, patting the boy's diapered bottom as he slept. "It's cold out here, let's get him inside, he'll be more comfortable in his crib." Mrs. Waters said, leading her husband and son toward the house. "I think he's wet," Mr. Waters announced as he laid the boy in his crib. "Want me to change him?" He asked, turning to his wife. "I've got it." She answered, pulling open the bag of diapers provided by the hospital. "Why don't you make him a bottle in case he wakes up overnight?" Mrs. Waters suggested as she peeled back the tapes on the wet diaper. Mr. Waters nodded his approval and left to fetch the bottle. Mrs. Waters removed the wet diaper, and gently wiped down the boy's diaper area with a baby wipe. After a sprinkling of powder, she slid a fresh diaper under his white little bottom and fastened it with the practiced care of a long-time mother. "Sleep well Baby. I love you, Josh," She whispered in the boy's ear as he curled up beneath his blanket, snoring softly. As quietly as possible, she raised the side rail of the crib. Mr. Waters returned just as the railing 'clicked' into place. "Here you go, champ," Mr. Waters added placing the bottle in the crib beside his sleeping son. "Is he nice and comfortable now?" Mr. Waters asked, pulling his wife into his arms. "Yes. He looks so cute, too.... I didn't even know they made diapers that big," she said, burying her head in her husband's chest. "Is he going to be okay?" She asked, choking on tears that would soon be streaming down her cheeks. "He'll be fine Honey. He'll be just fine... in time." He assured his wife as he led her out of the room.