BABY TIME

Baby Time Part One

A true story

	I had been told the best thing to do, would be to treat 
Mike like the baby he needs to be to feel safe and get 
better. To be honest I had never really taken it as far as I 
should have, but tonight that was to change.  
	The first step was to sit down with Tommy Mike's 
younger brother, and explain his part to him. Tommy was to 
help out with the baby's care, just little things (all a 7 
year old can do) help in changing and dressing the baby. In 
exchange for this help Tommy would see an increase in his 
weekly allowance.  
	Tommy was a little nervous about caring for his 15 year 
old "baby brother" after all Mike was twice his age, even if 
he wasn't acting that way, but Tommy was willing to do it. 
Just to see how things would go, I sent Tommy in to try to 
change Mike, and I watched from the hallway to see what 
would happen.  
	Tommy quietly and nervously walked up to Mike's crib 
and lowered the rail. Without saying a word he climbed up on 
the edge of the bed and started to unsnap the legs and 
crotch of Mike's sleeper. "What are you doing?" Mike asked 
surprised with Tommy's presence. "Mom said I should change 
your diaper." Tommy said matter of fact. Mike looked like he 
was about to yell for me when Tommy added "and if you 
complain I have to spank you, and if you try to stop me, mom 
will spank you!" Mike closed his mouth and laid back 
deciding not to get himself into trouble.  
	Tommy finished unsnapping the sleeper and went on with 
his work. He undid the tapes on Mike's wet disposable 
diaper, and Mike instinctively raised his butt up so Tommy 
could slide out the wet diaper. With a surprising amount of 
skill (I guess from watching me) Tommy rolled the diaper up 
and taped it shut tossing it across the room to the trash 
can.  
	Tommy then got down off the bed, got a clean diaper and 
the tub of baby wipes from the dresser, and returned to his 
work once more. He carefully wiped Mike clean and slid the 
fresh diaper under him. He was just about to tape it when he 
stopped, and got back off the bed, remembering that he 
needed to powder Mike before closing the diaper.  
	Finally finished Tommy snapped Mike's sleeper back in 
place, got down from the bed, and raised the side gate back 
up locking Mike in. Mike went back to watching TV as Tommy 
put the tub of wipes and powder back on the dresser and left 
the room.  

Baby Time Part Two
 Bath and Bed Time  

	Lowering the side of the crib as I turn off the TV with 
the remote.  
	"Mikey, come on, It's time for your bath." Mike was a 
little surprised to be getting his bath so early, but he 
didn't say anything.  
	Mike walked in front of me to the bathroom, being led 
by my hand on his shoulder. Once in the bathroom, I started 
the water running, and sat on the toilet cover (you know the 
fuzzy pink one) With Mike standing in front of me, I 
unzipped his sleeper, and let it drop to his ankles. Next I 
untapped his diaper, throwing it in the trash can. Mike put 
his hands on my shoulder for support as he stepped out of 
his sleeper. I helped Mike into the tub with a playful slap 
to his now naked backside.  
	Mike is used to being given a bath by now, in fact he 
not only likes it, but requested it. I did a thorough job of 
cleaning him from head to toe, including between his toes, 
and even cleaning under the skin of his penis.  
	Since it is still a little early I allow Mike to just 
sit and play in the tub for 5 minutes before getting him out 
and drying him off. Wrapped in a towel, Mike and I walk back 
to his room, where Tommy is waiting to dress him for bed. I 
leave Tommy to do his work and go down to the kitchen to get 
him his  
bedtime bottle.  
	I return with the warm bottle, and find Mike already 
diapered and in a clean sleeper ready for bed. I sent Tommy 
to go get ready for his bath, while  I tuck Mike in for the 
night. "Mom did I do something bad?" Mike asked surprised by 
his early bedtime. "No honey, you weren't bad, Daddy and I 
just  
decided that little boys need their rest, and a regular 
bedtime routine. "  
	Mike replied with a simple "Oh"  
	I finished tucking Mike in, said my goodnight, and left 
the room at exactly 8pm (his new bedtime), turning off the 
light as I left. I knew I would be back, to do some net 
surfing on the family computer which is in his bedroom so I 
can be near him, but I wanted to get Tommy ready for bed, 
and give Mike time to fall asleep.  
	Tommy is easier to get ready for bed. I ran his bath 
water for him, and left him to bathe. At 8:15 I went to 
Tommy's room, and found him playing Nintendo in the nude (a 
new sport?), waiting for me to get him ready for bed, and 
hoping to finish level 7 of Super Mario World. I let him 
finish, then had him shut off the system and get in bed. 
With Tommy in bed, I went to his dresser and got a thick 
nighttime cloth diaper a pair of blue diaper pins and a pair 
of clear plastic pants. Tommy (who has no bladder control 
due to  physical injury) prefers cloth diapers, where Mike 
(no bladder control due to medical reasons) prefers 
disposable. I diapered Tommy, and let him pick out  his PJs 
for the night. It was no surprise to me that he picked his 
Mighty Morphin Power Rangers PJs. Tommy put his PJs on, and 
got under the covers of his twin bed. I gave Tommy a kiss on 
the forehead, as he rolled over on his side and went to bed 
at his normal bedtime of 8:30.  
	For the first time in a long time, both boys are in bed 
at a reasonable time, giving me the time to write this part 
of the continuing true story of  My sons.  


Baby Time Part Three  
Late Night Feeding  

	Quietly I slip into his room, and silently lower the 
rail on his crib. My mission: To change his diaper and leave 
without waking him. Slowly and  quietly I unsnap each of the 
snaps on the inside legs and crotch of his sleeper. He 
fidgets a little as I untape his diaper, but he doesn't 
awaken.  
	Gently I wipe his genitals clean, and sprinkle powder 
on him. Methodically I re-snap the snaps of his sleeper, and 
cover him with his blankly. Backing away, I raise the side 
rail of the crib until, I hear the locking "click".  
	Mike starts to move around at the sound of the click, 
and his eyes slowly opened, so close I came to not waking 
him, but now he is up and cranky. "sh .hhh, quiet little 
one, I'll get you a nice bottle of juice, I'll be right 
back."  
	Having lost my battle, I tip toe quietly downstairs (in 
an attempt not to awaken Tommy) fill a clean bottle with 
some apple juice, and bring it to my  baby. Again Lowering 
the crib rail, I sat against the back of the crib, with Mike 
laying in my lap. I gently rub his shoulders as he drinks 
from his bottle.  
	A few minutes later, he is asleep again, with the half 
empty bottle dangling from his mouth. Ever so softly I lift 
Mike up and slide out from under him, laying him down on his 
pillow. I laid his bottle at his side in case he wakes again 
in the night. I raise the side again, but this time he does 
not wake. Taking a moment to just look at my little angel 
laying there in slumber, I excuse myself from the room, and 
finally after a long day put myself to bed.