Ben was awoken by a nurse, a different one to the one who had cared for him earlier that night. “Alright there Ben?” she asked in a strong Irish accent, “I’m just going to change your nappy, you’re getting quite wet there. It’ll only take a wee minute.”
She lifted the covers from Ben, and untaped the front of his swollen, wet nappy.
Ben spread his legs, raising his knees at the same time to make things easier for her, and the nurse wiped his bottom. She took the nappy and slid it under Ben, it felt thinner than the Abri-form, but it was still soft beneath his buttocks. She pulled the front up between his legs, She taped the nappy so that it fit Ben snugly, and tucked the covers back around him.
“There now,” she said, “Go back to sleep, sweet dreams.”