The next morning I awoke to the sound of Gino crying. He was standing at the side of the crib holding onto the rail with his diaper drooping low on his hips. He must have needed changing, I decided. I got on my knees and tried to stand up, but my leg muscles wouldn’t support me unassisted, and I fell back to the mattress with a soggy thump. I put my hand down between my legs and squeezed the diaper. It squished wetly. I had wet the diaper and done God knows what else in it. The helplessness of my position overwhelmed me and I began to cry too.
Momma came in the room and changed the two of us before taking us to the living room to sit in our playpen.