“I called your mom and she said we should go to your doctor after I get you cleaned up, Okay? Let’s get you out of that dirty stuff and into something clean, okay?” I realized I was the same tone to talk to him that I used when I was trying to coax one of my little nieces or nephews into doing something. Kevin didn’t seem to notice.
He just nodded his head.
“Okay,” I said, “Lets take off your shirt to keep it clean. Can you step out of your shoes?…good…now lets take off the shorts.” They were dirty but not too bad.
“Now the boxers.” They were a complete write-off. “Do you need to go anymore?”
He shook his head. “Okay, then. Let me clean you off.” I broke open the wipes and cleaned up his bottom and then did the front. He was just standing there sobbing quietly while I did it.
I tried soothing him, “You’re being very brave about this…No really, you are…” When he was clean, I opened up a pullup. When he saw this the tears really started up again. “I know, I know, but your mom and I think this is for the best until you’re better. Okay?”
He sucked in a breath and nodded his head again. “Good boy.” I said.