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.