Changing a Diaper
It was never one of my favorite things. Those who knew wondered how I ever entered the specialty of Gastroenterology, one that dealt oftentimes with the field of waste. Whatever, I hated to change diapers, wet or otherwise. The evening I babysat for my grandson Alec was a test.
The ladies went to a baby shower and they asked if I would be the sitter (the only one left). Knowing my dislike for “the change,” his mother prearranged the evening. They went out late, the two year old had been fed, he was tired, he never stained his diaper after a certain hour, and he would be ready for bed shortly after their departure. They left. I was alone and confident. A little play time, and I took him to his crib. He went down without incident. I sat at my computer in the other room.
“He might cry a little,” Michele said, “but just ignore him. He will go sleep. Call me if there is a problem.”
He cried. A little became more, then a lot, so that I could not resist a peek into the room. Was he caught in the crib, did he drop his bottle, was he night- frightened, lonely? I needed to know.
As I approached the room and the smell, I had the answer. I summoned my greater forces and resisted calling for help.
When I picked him up to change him, I realized there was more, much more. The effluent extended beyond the boundaries of the diaper walls. How could it be? This was not supposed to happen! The backside of his pajamas was covered. It was a test.
I disrobed him and in the process soiled his face and hair. He was covered, but smiling. Now for the cleaning process. Thank God for “Wet Ones.”
When I finished, the pile of “Wet Ones” stood a foot high. The manufacturer would be thrilled.
I found another set of pajamas and decided we needed some time together. We went to the television. I could care less about his schedule. It was my reward. We sat together for two hours, watching something, who knows what. He remained. He looked at me periodically, smiled. That was my reward. We bonded. It was all worth it.
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