The crib wasn’t as uncomfortable as I had feared. It wasn’t anything like the hospital mattress I had been sleeping on. Then I moved to the side and discovered her surprise. I hadn’t known that they made water bed mattresses for cribs! It was heavenly! From the wave damping I knew the mattress even had baffles. Water beds were a passion with me and Gina knew it. I had tried to get her to sleep on one for years without success. She preferred regular mattresses. “Thank you, Sis,” I said as she tucked the comforter she had bought around me.
“Do you like it?”, she asked with a little trepidation in her voice as she lifted the side of the crib and locked it in place.
“It’s wonderful!”, I said as I snuggled down in it’s gently heated embrace.
“Good,” she said, “I wanted you to be happy in your new home.”
“Thank you, Gina,” I said as I drifted off to sleep.
When I awoke the next morning I knew the chocolate cake had been a mistake. The food in my gut had produced the expected response and I had pooped in my pants. When I moved my legs, I realized the depth of my error. I had slept all night in dirty, soggy training pants. Moving my legs or bottom was agony. I had diaper rash!
Gina came in the nursery to get me for breakfast and knew immediately that I needed to be changed. She looked down at me and said, “Do you need your pants changed, Honey?”
When I tried to tell her to be careful, all that came out was, “Car..fuuulll…Ginnnna….huuurkks!”
My tongue had swollen up during the night and I was unable to speak. Gina took me out of the crib and put me on the changing table to get the soiled pants off of my sore bottom. I moaned as she wiped my bottom, causing her to look closely at the condition of my skin. When she saw the raw tissues on my behind and the bright red rash surrounding my groin, she said, “Poor baby! You have dydee rash!”