Just the smell of a hospital takes me back through the years to the time when I spent every night locked in a pediatric crib with heavy diapers and plastic pants - and loving every minute of it.
It all started with the most innocent of reasons. My mother, who was a Registered Nurse, found out that the hospital where she worked paid a premium for night shifts. That was a pretty good reason for her to switch to working nights but when she realized she wouldn't have to pay for after-school baby sitters for me it made even more sense. She knew there were lots of extra beds in the kids ward so why not take me to work with her and let me sleep at the hospital? Dad had walked out on us and Mom had divorces him. He’d been cruel to Mom and used to hit me whenever he felt like it. Honestly, I was glad when he left as it would be just Mom and me. I didn’t know it at the time, but Mom was struggling to pay the mortgage on the house. She didn’t want to have to sell it and down size as that would have meant changing school and leaving all my friends. She told me later that she thought I’d got enough on my plate with Dad leaving without having to loose my friends as well. She told me when I was much older how Dad had gone off with another woman and had not sent her any money which was why she’d needed the extra pay form the night shifts.
Her boss and coworkers agreed and I went along with it all. I was only 9 and still pretty impressed with hospitals - based on medical dramas on TV. I figured it would be exciting - and I was right but in ways that I couldn't have predicted.
Although only 9 I had discovered that I liked to be helpless. Whenever we played at tying each other up I was always the first to volunteer to be the victim. There was something powerful about being unable to move. I was too young to think of this in a sexual context but that didn't stop me from being attracted to it.
The first night I was to sleep at the hospital was very exciting. Mom helped me pack some clothes and pajamas. I would walk to school from the hospital the next morning. I had to bring my homework with me.
We got there a few minutes before Mom's shift started at 7 p.m. She showed me where I'd be sleeping and I got my first surprise of the night. My "bed" would be pediatric crib, complete with a cage of steel bars and rubber covered mattress. Thinking I'd be afraid of such a bed, Mom began to apologize, saying that she'd make the bed up nice and that I wouldn't have to have the side of the crib closed. How could I tell her that I was thrilled.
For the next hour I did my homework at a desk in the nursing station. Then Mom took me to the "day" room to meet some of the other kids who were at the hospital for treatment. Most of them were really glad to have someone new to play with. I noticed right away that about half of them wore diapers and plastic pants under their hospital gowns or pajamas. I felt strangely attracted to these kids, though I'd never before thought of diapers very much. It's just that these kids, all of whom were too old to be in diapers for the usual reason, looked like they were under a sort of control and that did excite me.
About nine o'clock there was a general move towards the wards. I watched as kid after kid stopped by a changing table near the door to have his or her diapers checked. If the diapers were too wet or dirty new ones were swiftly applied. Anyone who hadn't been wearing diapers up to that point was put into them, covered by a pair of heavy grade, frosty plastic pants. Soon, I was the only kid in the ward not in diapers. No one seemed to care about that so I headed for my crib. I felt strange to be treated differently.
Once we were all in bed the nurses went around raising the crib sides. The clanging of the metal bars sounded like a symphony to me. I watched as young face after young face peered back at me through the shiny chrome bars. I secretly wanted to be like them but I just couldn't find the words to ask - who would believe that I wanted those things to happen to me.
As I crawled into my crib Mom assured me that I wouldn't have to wear diapers or have my crib side up - the exact opposite of what I wanted! I smiled and let her kiss me good night. As I listened to the room full of kids toss and turn I began to wonder what it would feel like to be in one of those closed cribs, wearing thick diapers sealed inside frosty plastic pants. I fell asleep hoping that somehow I'd find out.
As it turns out I didn't have long to wait. The next thing I knew I was awake. There was an older woman in a nurse's uniform standing next to the crib. My Mom was beside her and they were talking about me.
"I have no problem with him sleeping in an otherwise vacant crib," the older woman said quietly, "but we must respect insurance regulations. The fact that his side is down will encourage others to want their sides open. I must insist that his crib be secured." There was a bit of a pause then she continued, with words I'll never forget. "Of course, we can't have you running to him every time he needs to be let out to use the bathroom. Put night thickness diapers on him from now on and make sure he knows that no matter how much he calls for you, he must not expect to be let out for any reason."
"Yes, Ma'am" My mother replied. It was all I could do not to shout for joy.
A few seconds later my Mom was back at the crib, gently wakening me. "I'm sorry, Jamie, but the Head Nurse insists that your crib be locked and that means I'll have to put you back into diapers at night. I know it's not much fun but no one but the people here at the hospital will ever know."
She peeled down my pajama bottoms and then slid a thick pile of cloth diapers underneath my bottom. It felt just as soft and warm as I'd thought. She fastened them tightly, pinning them at both the waist and legs. I felt as if I was being bound up in warm soft cotton. It was all I could do not to moan with delight. I went relaxed for her as she worked a pair of plastic pants up my legs and over my diapers. As she pulled them over my bulging diapers I felt a thrill pass through my body. I was in heaven. Mom said to me, "Jamie, now remember, if you need to ‘go’ during the night, I can’t let you out to the bathroom, so you’ll have to use your diapers. I’m sorry about this, pet, but we really do need the extra money I get from the night shift here."
She took the bottoms of my pajamas away and then raised the side of the crib. Two resounding clangs announced that, just like every other kid in the room, I was locked in for the night. If I had to use the bathroom my diapers would have to serve. I thought myself one lucky kid indeed.
About four or five in the morning I woke up with a full bladder. At home I'd just pad down the hall to the bathroom and then head back to bed. Suddenly the reality of what had been done to me came into focus. I had to pee really badly.
I tried to let it out while lying down but nature wouldn't cooperate. Finally I got up onto my knees and then, with the roof bars pressing into the top of my head (reminding me I was confined) I was able to release the hot pee into my diaper.
It was the most extraordinary thing I'd ever felt and I swooned with pleasure. Once the stream was over I laid back down and felt the thick cloth diapers soak up my pee. I remember looking through the bars and thinking that I was supposed to wet my diapers. I had no other choice as I couldn’t get out of the crib to go to the bathroom. It was not unlike being tied up and the feelings of being helpless washed over me. I didn't sleep another wink that night but I was sure to pretend to be asleep when Mom came to wake me for the day.
She was all apologies when she realized that my diaper was soaked. "Did you wake up to pee?" she asked, "Did you call for me?".
"No, mom, I heard what was said last night that I couldn’t go the bathroom, so I did as you told me." She ruffled my hair and said, "You’re a good boy, Jamie," planting a big kiss on my forehead. Wow! Mom was pleased I’d wet myself!
That day at school I couldn't concentrate. I was so excited about going back to the hospital that I almost forgot my homework at school.
When we got to work Mom's boss told her that she didn't want me wearing street clothes in the day room. I had to get into my pajamas right away. She added that I might as well be put into my night diapers at the same time. Mom apologized to me again but I reassured her that it was OK with me because it made me feel more like the other kids. That seemed to make sense to her and she seemed to enjoy putting diapers on me from then on.
For me, being able to run about the day room with thick diapers on, sealed safe inside a pair of plastic pants that soon made everything nice and warm was just about as close to heaven as I could wish to be. When it came time for bed I went straight to my crib and crawled in. Having a nurse come along to raise the side was just another dollop of icing on the cake. Just before I went to sleep I lay back and let my bladder go. It was wonderful to lie there in the darkness and feel the hot pee creep through my diapers. The warm wetness spread around the diaper and I could feel it against my skin. I loved it!
Things went along just like that for most of the first week. Mom wouldn't be working weekends and I was sad at the thought of going without diapers at night while at home. Then a miracle happened.
I got into a wrestling match with Tony, one of the patients in the day room, and fell on my left arm. There as a loud crack which everyone on the ward heard. The nurses came running over as I started to cry from the pain. My arm was a funny shape and it hurt so bad. The head nurse, my Mom's boss took a look at it and said I would need it X-rayed. She did some phoning as one of the other nurses ever so gently put my arm in a sling. One of the nurses fetched a wheelchair for me and two nurses helped me to sit in it. I was wheeled down to the X-ray department where the lady radiographer took pictures of my arm from different angles. I tried not to cry but it hurt when she wanted my arm, this way then that way, so I did blubber a bit. Afterwards, she gave me a big smile and told me I’d been very brave as she was sure it must have really hurt. I smiled back because she’d been so kind to say that. The nurse had waited for me and wheeled me back to the ward. Shortly afterwards, one of the doctors came to look at the X-rays. She put them on the light box and I was wheeled over to see as well. "I’m sorry, Jamie, but your arm is quite badly broken. You’ll have to go down to the OR to have your arm set. Look." She pointed out the break to me and I could see that both bones in my arm, were snapped clean through. No wonder it hurt! "Now I’ve seen the films, I can order you up something for the pain. We’ll let you rest in bed for a while to allow your last drink time to get through your stomach, then we’ll take you down to the OR to set your arm for you." at that point Mom arrived for her night shift and was quickly appraised about what had happened. She was given the consent form by the doctor to sign and then rushed over to me as, by this time, two of the nurses had put me in my crib and then went to get the pain relief for me. Mom said, "You poor lamb," and kissed me. That was it: I just burst into floods of tears. "I’m sorry, Mom. I really didn’t want to cause all this bother." Mom kissed me again. "Hush, Jamie. You didn’t do this on purpose."
At that moment, the two nurses came up with an injection of what Mom told me later was morphine. One nurse said, "Just a sharp scratch in your leg, Jamie. Wriggle your toes as that’ll help." I wriggled my toes as she’d told me to, but it still hurt and wasn’t, in my opinion, ‘just a sharp scratch’! As the drug took effect, I felt as if my head was floating somewhere up by the ceiling and the pain, though still aware of it, stopped worrying me anymore. The curtains were pulled round my crib. Once I was really drowsy, Mom and another nurse stripped me of my pajamas and washed me from head to foot. Then they changed my wet diapers for clean dry ones and put a clean pair of plastic pants on me. Then put one of those open backed hospital gowns on me just as the head nurse came to speak to Mom. "This puts us in a really difficult position now that Jamie has been injured on hospital property." Mom blushed and started to plead, "I’m very sorry. It was an accident, I know and I won’t make any trouble for the hospital." The head nurse smiled, "Would you put that in writing?" "Of course," said Mom, "Just give me a form to sign and I’ll do it gladly. I never thought our arrangement would cause this much trouble." The head nurse smiled again, "Thank you. It was an accident, so we’ll say no more about it, but the hospital will look after Jamie at its expense and the arrangement can continue, but Jamie will have to be careful nothing like that happens again." "Oh, thank you!" Mom said. The head nurse smiled again, "You’re too good a night nurse for us to loose you. I’m glad we’ve sorted it all out." As she finished saying that, the gurney came to take me to the OR. The head nurse smiled again at Mom, "I expect you’d like to go with him?" Mom went with me down to the OR. I guess I’d have been frightened as I’d never had an operation before, but I suppose the morphine was helping to calm me down. In fact, I think I was rather excited by the whole idea of being put to sleep for an operation. It seemed like another way of allowing others to be in control of me.
I was taken into the OR and Mom lifted me off the gurney onto the table. The OR staff were all wearing masks and gowns and one strapped my good arm to an arm board and put a strap around my waist to hold me down. This was a very new way of being tied up! A woman came over to my head, "Jamie, I’m the anesthesiologist who is going to put you to sleep. I will hold a mask over your face and give you oxygen to breathe for a few minutes. It may smell a bit funny from the other gases we sue but don’t worry about it. Then I’ll add some special sleepy gas which will drift you off to sleep so you won’t feel a thing. When you wake up, your Mom will be with you and you’ll have your arm in a plaster cast. You will also have a tube going into your other hand which will be giving you some salt water as you won’t want to drink for a bit and so it will give you the water you need to keep your kidneys working. Don’t be surprised if your diapers are wet when you wake up - that’s quite usual. Are you ready?" Jamie swallowed hard, now both nervous and excited, but agreed that he was. The anesthesiologist pointed to a black rubber bag attached to the anesthetic machine. "When I ask you, Jamie, I’d like you to take big deep breaths to try to blow my bag up like a balloon. Will you do that for me?" Jamie told her that he’d try.
A black rubber mask, which was hissing with the oxygen, was put over his nose and mouth and held there tightly with fingers curled under his chin. She was right, the mask did have a funny smell. Jamie laid back breathing in the oxygen and watching the black bag inflating and deflating. His Mom came over and kissed his forehead, saying, "I’ll see you soon in recovery, Jamie" The lady reached over to the shiny chrome and glass anesthetic machine with its corrugated black rubber tubing coming from it like snakes and turned a tap. "Try to blow up that bag like a balloon for me, Jamie!" Jamie could smell the difference in the gas. there was a sweet, rather sickly smell now and, as Jamie dutifully took large deep breaths to try to blow up her bag for her, he was aware of beginning to black out with a rushing sound in his ears as if he was falling down a long black tunnel. The lady turned another control on the machine and Jamie’s throat ‘caught’ as she added ether to the nitrous oxide and oxygen she was already giving him. By now, she was massaging the bag to force the anesthetic and oxygen into Jamie’s lungs as the darkness swallowed him up and he became unconscious.
He woke feeling rather sick from the anesthetic and opened his eyes to see his Mom there as promised. "How are you feeling, pet?" his Mom asked. "Sick and my arm hurts," Jamie blurted out, discretion gone because of the effects of the anesthetic. "I’ll get a recovery nurse to give you something for that. His Mom disappeared for a moment and returned with another nurse who injected something into the drip tubing and then another injection. She smiled at Jamie, "That’s something for the sickness and something for the pain. Jamie was quickly feeling light headed from the effects of the further dose of morphine and the cyclizine helped with the nausea. He was soon asleep and was transferred back to the ward while he was still sleeping.
The head nurse was on the ward when Jamie and Mom returned. "I think it would be best if he sleeps on his back tonight, in case to stop him pulling on the drip. Mom got a strange look in her face but said she would take care of it. That night, when I woke, I noticed that a leather strap, with two fur lined cuffs attached to it, had been attached over the mattress at the foot of my crib, and my feet were held down. The heavy plaster cast, from shoulder to just above the tips of my fingers with my thumb exposed as well, was heavy enough to weigh that arm down. The hand with the drip in it was fastened by the writs to the side of the crib. I couldn’t move! It was wonderful!
I assured her I did and then watched as she pulled a cuff tight around each ankle. With a not-so-stern warning not to try to release the cuffs she stepped back and then raised the side of the crib into place.
As the lights in the ward dimmed I pulled against the firm leather straps and swooned with joy. Having been in diapers for four nights by then I had learned how to relax enough to wet while lying down and I celebrated my new thrill by soaking my diapers as best I could, aided by the drip running saline into my blood to be filtered out through my kidneys and into my diaper. I fell asleep from the effects of the drugs quickly and slept until morning to find my diapers were absolutely soaked.
The next day was the first Saturday I had spent in the hospital. I found out that the routine was different on weekends. Long past our normal wake up time the ward was still dark and almost silent. When the nurses did come, Mom wasn't with them but I was told she would be along later. I hadn't tried to release the cuffs, of course. It was a wonderful feeling though to be free of their grip.
About half the kids were let out of their night diapers and given pajamas to wear. The rest were changed into lighter grade "day" diapers and fresh pairs of plastic pants. I was changed in my crib into clean and dry diapers with the milky white plastic pants ballooning around my hips. Saturday was wonderful with the nurses looking after me. I was introduced to the joys of a bed bath as two nurses washed me from head to foot on the Sunday morning.
On the Sunday night, the head nurse came to see me. "Jamie, we have a lot of new children coming into hospital tomorrow and there won’t be room for you on this ward, so we’re going to have to move you to another ward. Your Mom will be able to check on you, so you’ll be all right. Do you mind, as you won’t be allowed out of bed for a few days yet?" Jamie said that he didn’t mind as he didn’t want to be a nuisance. Two of the nurses wheeled Jamie’s crib out of the ward and across the corridor. Jamie looked out and realised he was being wheeled into the babies ward! One of the nurses saw Jamie’s worried look, "Jamie, we’re going to put you in a side room all by yourself. The babies ward isn’t very busy at the moment so the nurses here can look after you as the children’s ward will be full tomorrow. We know you’re not a baby, but don’t mind too much if the nurses here ‘baby’ you a bit!"
Jamie was wheeled into the side room and one of the baby ward nurses came to speak to him as the children’s ward nurses went back to their ward. Another nurse came in to the room with a tray containing a hypodermic syringe. Both nurses checked Jamie’s writs band and asked him to confirm his name and date of birth. "Jamie, we’re giving you a last dose of pain relief through your drip. It’ll help you to sleep tonight and we’ll take the drip out in the morning. We’ll be running fluids through still overnight, so expect a wet diaper in the morning!" With that the nurses injected the morphine through Jamie’s line and he felt the usual drowsiness overtake him as he drifted off to sleep. As he was drifting off, the nurses removed his gown from him as the babies and toddlers ward was heated to a higher temperature that the children’s ward so the nurses could keep an eye on the babies better as well as clothes not getting in the way during diaper changes.. After all, they saw no reason to treat Jamie differently, did they?
The next morning, Jamie was woken by the nurse who gently removed the drip, and, to his disappointment, the restraints as well. He was surprised to find himself in just his plastic pants, diapers and plaster cast, but decided that the nurses knew what they were doing and said nothing. She was wearing a plastic apron and, after she had removed her rubber gloves and washed her hands, she came back and raised the lid of the cot. Sitting down on the cot mattress, she lifted Jamie up and sat him on her lap. "I expect you’re thirsty now? Would you like some juice?" "Yes please," was Jamie’s reply. To his surprise, she produced a large baby bottle with rubber teat from a trolley which she’d wheeled into his room. "I’m afraid we only have baby bottles on this ward, Jamie, so please don’t mind having to drink from the bottle. You don’t mind, do you?" "No, I do understand," was Jamie’s reply. The nurse put the teat between his open lips and cuddled him to her as he sucked eagerly at the juice. He enjoyed being cuddled by her and the feel of the smooth plastic apron against his skin.
When he had finished the bottle, she told him that she’d give him another with his breakfast shortly. She laid him on the mattress and spread her legs apart. She placed a pink baby’s potty between her legs and covered that with a pad of diapers. She lifted Jamie off the mattress and placed him face down across her thighs, with his plaster cats resting on the mattress, saying that she needed to examine him and take his temperature. To Jamie’s delight, after she had put on a clean pair of rubber gloves and peeled off his plastic pants and wet diaper, she produced a thick rectal thermometer which was dipped into some lubricant and then inserted into Jamie’s exposed bottom. After holding it in place, saying to Jamie, "As you can guess, young man, we only have these thermometers on this ward!" After she had removed the thermometer, checked that his temperature was fine, wiped it clean and placed it in some antiseptic, she placed some lubricant on her index finger of one hand. "Now then, Jamie, I need to examine you internally because your records show you haven’t had a bowel movement since your operation." she explained what she was about to do as Jamie thrilled with the thought of being laid submissively across her lap while she did these things to him. She inserted her finger slowly and gently into his back passage and felt around inside. The sensation was incredible! Jamie was disappointed when she stopped. "You’re very constipated, Jamie, as we expected, so I’m going to try to help things come out by putting two suppositories into you which should soften the lumps inside you and help them to come out." She picked up a suppository from the trolley and inserted it as deep as it would go inside Jamie’s back passage. This was followed by a second one, but, to Jamie’s delight, her finger stayed there. "We help out babies to keep these inside them by keeping our finger there to block their hole for them - although with a baby, it’d be our little finger. I’m so used to doing this, that I’ve done what I always do. I suppose you could hold this or yourself, or shall we stay as we are?" Jamie couldn’t believe he was hearing this. "Since I’m like this now, let’s stay as we are." Jamie tried to keep the excitement out of his voice, but wasn’t sure he’d succeeded. "Let’s see if we can break those lumps up a bit for you." By now the glycerine had melted enough for it to be irritating and was causing his anal sphincter to spasm as he tried to hold on against the irritation of the suppository. The nurses smiled to herself as she could feel his efforts to hold onto the suppositories while she continued to block their exit with her finger. She wriggled her finger around inside him, spreading the suppositories and helping them to melt as well as trying to break up the lumps of hardened stool since constipation is a well known side effect of morphine. She pressed against Jamie’s bladder as she did this and he released some urine into the diaper. The nurse felt the warmth of the urine soaked into the diaper against her thigh "Don’t worry, Jamie, you can wet if you need to. That’s why you’re lying on the diapers." She playfully pressed against his bladder again as a little more was forced out. After twenty minutes of shear heaven for Jamie, She lifted him up, still with her finger firmly in place and her hand supporting his bottom and placed him on the potty, shifting the diaper out of the way as she did so. She cuddled him back to her as he was sitting on the potty facing away from her and removed her finger. "You can let it out now, Jamie." Jamie felt strange to be seated on a child’s potty and a pink one at that! She placed her gloved hand over his penis to stop any splashing as Jamie pushed to try to pass stool. His bladder emptied as the nurse’s gloved hand directed it into the potty, but he only managed to return the glycerine from the suppositories and a few very small lumps. The nurse lifted Jamie off the potty and placed him on a clean dry diaper, then wiped him with a wet wipe before doing up the diaper and pulling on another pair of those plastic pants. However this ward, because it had both babies and toddlers in it, had different plastic pants. She pulled on a yellow pair complete with animal print on it. Jamie looked at them and fell in love with them. he felt he was going to enjoy being here. She looked at the return from Jamie in the potty and turned to him, "I’m afraid that hasn’t worked very well. I’ll clear this away and bring you some breakfast. How thirsty are you? Would you like a bottle of juice and a bottle of milk too?" "Yes please!" came Jamie’s quick response.
After clearing away, she went to get Jamie his breakfast while the other nurses on the ward dealt with the babies and toddlers. Fortunately, as Jamie had been told, the ward was very quiet which was why Jamie was getting so much personal attention. He loved it! The nurse came back with a different plastic apron on. Whereas the first apron had been clear plastic, this one was pink with nursery animal print to match Jamie’s plastic pants. She fastened a plastic bib which was the same color and print as his plastic pants around Jamie’s neck, then lifted him onto her lap so he was snuggled against her plastic covered breast. Once they were both comfortable, she held a bottle of juice for him to suck thirstily. Once the juice was all gone, she picked up a spoon and began spooning cereal into Jamie’s mouth. Whether accidentally or otherwise, some ended up round his mouth rather than in it, so she stopped from time to time to wipe his mouth for him. This was wonderful and all because his mother had started night shifts. After the cereal came the bottle of milk which disappeared just as rapidly as the juice had done. "Are you still thirsty?" the nurse asked him, "Juice or milk or water?" Jamie had always been taught to be polite, so replied, "More juice, please, if that’s not too much trouble?" The nurse called to one of her colleagues who was passing the door to Jamie’s room to ask her to refill his juice bottle for him. Jamie smiled to himself. he really was thirsty, but also anything he drank would soon be soaking his diaper and he was looking forward to that.
After she’d given him the second bottle of juice, by which time Jamie had discovered that sucking on a rubber teat can be quite an effort for mouth and tongue muscles no longer used to being used that way, the nurse laid Jamie back on the bed and went to get something else for his constipation. She brought a blue potty this time on the trolley. As last time, she sat on the mattress with the potty held between her thighs on top of her plastic apron with some diapers laid across her lap. Jamie was again lifted across her lap, lying with his tummy across the diaper, but his chest across her plastic apron. This time she inserted a micro enema without dilating him first as the tube for the enema was small. She squeezed the container and Jamie laughed as it made a rude noise as the small amount of air in the tube was ejected as well. The enema was removed and the nurse’s finger substituted again. Again she playfully waggled her finger inside Jamie’s bottom, this time deliberately pressing on Jamie’s prostate, not that he knew he had one! His ‘weener’ became hard and pressed against the nurse’s leg causing her to smile to herself. Jamie hadn’t known that that could happen and was confused by the strange feelings which he was feeling. After 20 minutes, by which time Jamie was fidgeting on her lap as the enema worked inside him, she lifted him up, placed him on the potty and removed her finger, then covering his ‘weener’ to prevent him splashing. "OK, Jamie, push and let’s see what comes out this time.." Despite the enema, very little came out other than fluid produced by the osmotic action of the enema. She diapered Jamie with a transparent pink pair of plastic pants with teddy bears on them. Jamie liked those! "We’ll leave you to rest for a bit, then one of the other nurses will come to look after you.
Jamie laid down on his back to rest. He was tired, to his surprise, and drifted off to sleep. When the next nurse came to him, he was lying on his back with his thumb in his mouth. She had wheeled in a portable baby bath big enough for the toddlers on the ward and, she hoped, large enough for Jamie. She had put on a pink plastic apron to match Jamie’s plastic pants. She gently shook him away. "Jamie, time for your bath!" Jamie woke up and yawned. She lifted him up and pulled off his plastic pants. She held him with his feet on the bottom of the bath and slipped his, by now, wet diaper off him then sat him in the bath with his plaster cast over the side. Having disposed of the wet diaper, she changed her rubber gloves and pulled a plastic sleeve over Jamie’s cast to stop it from getting wet. Jamie liked sitting in the warm water and being babied like this. It was fun! The nurse had put baby bubble bath in the water so Jamie was sitting surrounded by foam. The nurse proceeded to wash him from head to foot, washing his face then his hair first. She got a jug of warm water and washed most of the bubbled off him and then picked him up in a large white bath sheet and sat down with him to cuddle him dry. Jamie loved snuggling up to her with his face against the smooth plastic of her apron. When he was completely dry, she laid him on the bed and diapered him again, after thoroughly creaming his diaper area to prevent diaper rash. She shut the lid and side of the crib before taking away the bath, towels and diaper pail. "I’ll be back in a few minutes to give you some juice, Jamie."
True to her word, she was back with a large bottle of juice for Jamie to suck from. He eagerly sucked the bottle dry. "Would you like another one, Jamie? You seem thirsty," the nurse asked. "Yes, please," replied Jamie, politely. She put up the crib side before going to get him a refill. Opening the crib side, she lifted him out and cuddled him to her as she gave him the bottle. Jamie’s head was snuggled up to her breasts covered by the plastic apron. Jamie was in seventh heaven! Warm, safe and cared for. The responsibilities of a nine year old had been replaced by the care and babying of the nurses.
Once he’d drunk the second bottle, she put him back in the crib and shut the crib side. "I’ll be back in a minute, Jamie. We need to sort out your constipation, so I’m going to try more drastic methods." Se came back with a trolley which had a jug filled with warm water and a thermometer. Taking a sachet, she cut the corner and poured the contents into the jug, stirring with the thermometer. The appearance of foam on the water showed that she’d added soap to the water and then she actually told Jamie that she was going to put some of the soapy water into his bottom to help to move what was blocking him. She opened the crib side and top and sat down. Spreading her legs apart a little, she picked Jamie up and laid him across her lap on the plastic apron. This time there was no diaper and Jamie wondered about this. he didn’t have to wonder for long as his plastic pants and diapers were pulled down across his bottom, leaving his bottom sticking up in plain view. A lubricated finger explored his bottom. "Good boy, Jamie. You’re not making a fuss about this at all. Some children would be kicking and screaming by now." "That’s silly," Jamie replied, "you’re only trying to help me!" "What a sensible lad you are, Jamie." She showed him the "instruments of torture" as she showed him the rubber bulb with its nozzle and explained how it would be filled with soap and the nozzle inserted into his bottom and the soapy water squirted in. She then put the tip of the nozzle in the soapy water and squeezed the bulb several times to get all the air out of it. "Ready, Jamie?" she asked and Jamie nodded, with suppressed eager expectation of what was to come. The nozzle penetrated his little rosebud and was buried to the rubber shield on the bulb. The nurse squeezed gently as she wanted to get plenty in and didn’t want to upset him right at the start. Jamie could feel the warm soapy water entering him and found it a lovely feeling. The nurse removed the bulb and refilled it. The second bulb full went the way of the first and the third followed shortly afterwards. Jamie took a fourth one before he said that he was full. "Just one more, Jamie, if you can." Jamie said he thought he might be able to manage one more. She injected the last bulb really slowly and, on removing it, her finger replaced the nozzle for Jamie to clamp down on to help him to retain it. She sat there until Jamie started to wriggle as the soap irritated him. She sensed his discomfort and decided that he’d held it for long enough. Removing her gloved finger, she quickly pulled up his diapers and plastic pants, making sure all of the terry towelling was tucked inside the plastic pants. Jamie was lifted to face her with his legs astride her lap. With his face snuggled against the smooth plastic apron covering her uniform and her ample breast, she held him against her and rocked him gently. "You can let it out when you’re ready, Jamie, or you can hold it a bit more." Jamie wanted to please her and also to stay cuddled against her as long as possible, so he fought the effects of the soap until he really couldn’t hold on any more. The release of the hot soapy water and softened stool was almost orgasmic for the boy as he flooded his diaper and bulged the seat of his plastic pants out with the accumulated stool which had been constipating him. The warm mess filled his diapers and he found it wasn’t disgusting as he’d expected, but warm and comforting. It really did remind him of his baby years. When the nurse thought he’d finished, she checked with him by asking him and had it confirmed by Jamie that he really couldn’t pass any more. She playfully put one hand under the seat of his plastic pants to lift him back onto the bed. As she lifted him, the stool squished up between his anal cleft and spread up his back and front.
She changed Jamie into thick clean diapers and blue plastic pants, after washing him clean and re-creaming him, again with teddy bears on them. Jamie was by now not sure whether he liked the pink ones or the blue ones better, deciding that he liked them both equally. She kissed him on the forehead, saying, "You’ve been a really good boy!" The crib top and sides were fastened and she left Jamie to rest before his lunch.
At lunchtime, his diapers were changed then one of the nurses, yet a different one, fed him. She’d asked him if he’d like to be fed or wanted to feed himself, pointing out to him that he only had the use of one hand and he might find feeding himself a bit difficult. Jamie gave this some apparent consideration, then agreed that perhaps it would be best if she fed him. Jamie was beginning, rightly to suspect that the nurses on the ward were enjoying someone other than a little toddler or a bay to care for.
At tea time, Jamie’s Mom came to visit him, in her nurse’s uniform. She put on a plastic apron to keep her uniform clean, then lifted the top off the crib and dropped the front. She sat on the mattress and lifted Jamie onto her lap, cuddling him and kissing his forehead. "Jamie, I’m sorry you’ve ended up like this." "Mom, I don’t mind, honestly and, anyway, you need the extra money don’t you?" The nurses are really nice to me so it’s no problem." "Oh Jamie, you’re wonderful! The head nurse has said you can go to the children’s ward to play tomorrow, but back here to sleep. is that all right?" "Hey Mom, no problem!"
It wasn’t either. One day the plaster cast came off and I was allowed back to school during the day, but coming to the children’s ward after school and then, depending on how busy they were, after I’d been put in my diapers, either to stay overnight in the children’s ward or walking across to the babies and toddlers ward. I liked that one better as the nurses really made a fuss of me in the babies ward. I was never dry at night, wetting without realizing it in my sleep and loving every minute of it, shut in my crib. The nurses monitored my bowels and I got cleared out if they felt that I was at all constipated.
I’m grown up yet still wear my diapers in bed at night. My wife does too and we change each other. I owe a lot to my Mom being a night nurse!
Introduction. When I reworked the story, I never intended to write a sequel, but it just demanded to be written, so here goes. It takes up after Jamie has broken his arm.
Jamie’s arm took a long time to heal so he was playing in the children’s ward during the day and often sleeping on the babies and toddlers ward at night. In fact, he really preferred that as he liked being babied by the staff there who made a real fuss over him. However, all good things seem to have to come to an end, so Jamie’s plaster was taken off one Friday so that he could spend the weekend at home with his mother for her to keep an eye on him. She still worked the night shifts during the week and the hospital was very pleased with her work.
After her shift on the Saturday morning, she took a very sad Jamie home. Yes, he’d be back in the hospital on Monday night and playing with the other children on the children’s ward after he’d done his homework. Because he’s been in hospital so long, he’d had to join the hospital school so he didn’t fall behind his friends at school, but he really was going to miss playing with the other children and all the nurses looking after him. Especially he didn’t want to stop wearing diapers and nursery print plastic pants at night when he was home in bed. He knew he’d be back in them during the week when his mom was doing her night shift on the children’s ward, but that would only be five nights out of a possible seven.
Jamie and his mom had breakfast together. He was used to the routine at home where she’d get him breakfast when they came home from the hospital and he’d play on his computer or watch TV until his mom woke up at lunchtime. She’d either cook him lunch or take him out to a local burger bar as a treat. Then they’d be together during the afternoon and evening and then both go to bed, his mom at the same time as Jamie to try to catch up on missed sleep.
That afternoon it was a local burger bar as a treat for being so good over his broken arm. he and his mom did some shopping together to buy Jamie some new clothes and he was even allowed a say in what she bought. That evening, he and his mom cuddled up together on the sofa and watched TV together. He decided that, because he loved his mom so much, he enjoyed being cuddled up to her as much as he’d enjoyed being cared for in hospital. Later his mom went to get Jamie’s bed ready for him. She seemed to be gone a long time and was busy in the kitchen as well as her bedroom and his. However, he continued to do as he’d been asked: to stay and watch the TV program until his mom called him.
She called downstairs to him, "Jamie, would you come up now. It’s time for your bed!" He came upstairs, thinking how he’d much rather spend the night in plastic pants and diapers in a hospital cot rather than his bed. He’d thought his mom’s voice sounded a bit muffled and realized why. his bedroom door was closed. he opened it and just stood there in amazement. His mom had changed into her nurse’s uniform and put a white smooth plastic apron over the top. On his bed were nursery print plastic pants, a thick pile of diapers, a bib and bottles to drink from complete with baby teats on his bedside cabinet. "Jamie, shut your mouth and come here!" his mom laughed as he stood there with his eyes wide and mouth open with surprise. Jamie ran over to his mom as she stood up to cuddle him to her. With his check pressed against the apron over her breast, she cuddled him tightly to her. "Jamie, love, I talked to the other nurses and we agreed that it wasn’t fair to expect you to sleep at home without diapers at the weekend, but have to wear them at the hospital, and wet them too, overnight. So I went out yesterday to buy some plastic pants and diapers for you. I asked the nurses in the baby and toddlers ward what your favorites were so I got those." "Oh, mom, you’re wonderful!" Jamie exclaimed, "I do so love you!" "Right, my lad, let’s get you ready for bed." With that she sat down and started to remove Jamie’s clothes for him. Normally he would have done that for himself but his mom had spent the week caring for other people’s children and wanted the chance to make a fuss of her own son and to mother him a bit, or, she hoped, rather a lot!
Once she’d undressed him, she pulled a couple of the cloth diapers over her lap and laid him face down across her lap. With one hand supporting his back to hold him down, the other hand picked up the large rectal thermometer which she’d had ready. She slipped this into Jamie’s bottom and reminded him that, as he had been ill with his broken arm, it wouldn’t hurt to keep an eye on his temperature. Jamie agreed that it was probably a good idea. Mom wasn’t fooled for a moment as they both were enjoying the experience.
After checking his temperature. mom lifted Jamie onto the pile of diapers and with expertise from long practice, pulled them snugly around him, pinning them in place. They were followed by the pretty pink nursery print plastic pants and his mom was careful to tuck the diapers inside the waist and leg elastics on the pants. Jamie remarked, "Gee, mom, they’re thick!" "I know, dear", as she cuddled him up against her plastic apron, tied a bib around his neck and put the teat of a large bottle of juice between Jamie’s lips, "You’ve got two bottles to drink, one now and one of water for later if you wake up thirsty. Your diapers are thick enough to hold all you can drink tonight." Jamie realised that he hadn’t been reminded to use the toilet before he went to bed and he’d need to go quite soon. He thought that his mom probably realized that, which was why his diapers were so thick around his hips. He emptied the bottle quite quickly and enjoyed being snuggled into mom’s plastic apron covering her breast. She hugged him to her and rocked him gently. After a while she decided he really needed his sleep, so laid him in his bed and pulled the duvet over him. He laid there, surprised he hadn’t got any pajamas on. She saw his surprised look and said, "With your diapers and a nice warm duvet, you don’t need pajamas, do you, love?" Jamie thought for a moment and agreed that she was right. Then, to his surprise, she reached down and pulled up metal cot sides on each side of his bed. "You’ve been used to them at the hospital and I don’t want you falling out of bed on your newly healed arm." With that she lent over and kissed him goodnight on his forehead, then went out, turning off the light and shutting the door.
When she had gone, Jamie had a feel around. To his delight, his pillows were inside plastic covers as was the mattress with a draw sheet and a plastic drawsheet under that. The duvet was also in a plastic over underneath the cotton outer cover. he was by now aware of his full bladder, so rolled onto his back and relaxed, letting the hot urine flow out of him. The diapers could not soak it up fast enough, so he could feel the warmth spreading across his tummy and running down between his legs. He put his left hand on his plastic pants between his legs, his right thumb in his mouth and went to sleep. Later he woke in the night feeling thirsty, realizing his mom had left a low powered night light on in his room, he reached for the large bottle of water, and contentedly sucked on the rubber teat until the bottle was empty. from the feel of his diapers, he’d actually wet at least once in his sleep and, with all that water inside him, he would be wetting again. His last thought before falling back to sleep was that it was a good job his mom had put him in plastic pants and diapers as he’d have wet his bed otherwise.
In the morning, his mom said exactly the same thing when she came in to wake him up and realized how wet he was. Lifting him out of bed, she carried him into the bathroom and stood him in the shower to unpin his wet diapers which went into a new lidded bucket Jamie hadn’t seen before in the bathroom. She asked him if his healed arm was still a bit sore and did he want her to help to shower him? The smile on his mom’s face showed Jamie that she was hoping he’d say ‘yes’ and he was very happy to be washed by her.
Jamie and his mom had a wonderful day together. He was put back in diapers overnight and the next morning he was dropped off at school to be taken to the hospital to spend the evening in the children’s ward to do his homework and eat his evening meal, and then overnight in the babies and toddlers ward. The week passed uneventfully, but oh so enjoyably, especially the evenings and nights. He had his temperature taken every night and morning on the babies ward as the nurses laughingly told him that it was ward policy. Jamie wasn’t going to argue!
The next Saturday, things were a bit different. He came home with his mom and she spend the morning sleeping as before. In the afternoon, after yet another burger bar lunch treat, they went home with Jamie being asked to watch TV while his mom did some things upstairs. Jamie could hear the sound of him mom moving around and doing things upstairs. There was also the sound of running water. Jamie’s mom called down to him to come into his bedroom. His mom was wearing her nurse’s uniform again and that lovely white plastic apron which felt so good when Jamie cuddled up against his mom when she was wearing it. There on the bed was a pile of diapers and a pair of plastic pants. Jamie’s mom pulled him over to her and said to him, "Just let’s get you ready." "Ready for what?" Jamie asked, "It’s too early for bed." Jamie’s mom shushed him and removed his clothes, lifted him onto the bed, then pinned the diapers up around him and pulled the plastic pants over the top. Standing him on his feet again, she led him into the bathroom where a plastic sheet had been put on the floor with a chair standing on the sheet. Jamie’s mom sat down and helped Jamie to lie face down across her lap as she sat there with her legs apart so that his tummy wasn’t pressing on her legs. "When the nurse took your temperature, she noticed that you’re a bit constipated, so she had a word with me. I said that I’d like to sort you out myself. Now just lie still and we’ll see what we can do!" With that, she pulled down the back of Jamie’s plastic pants and diapers, exposing his bottom. She as wearing rubber gloves and applied some lubricant to Jamie’s ‘rosebud’ and then dilated him gently with her little finger. Jamie laid there loving every moment, made sweeter by the anticipation of what his mom was about to do. His mom picked up a Higginson syringe, sometimes called a ball syringe because of its shape, which she’d already primed with hot soapy water from the enema can on the surface beside her. She slipped the nozzle of the syringe into his back passage, burying it right up to the rubber anti splash shield. Holding the nozzle in place, she pulled the diapers and pants up a little and then rested her hand there, holding the pipe in place. With her other hand, she started to gently squeeze and release the rubber bulb in the middle of the syringe. The valves in the syringe clicked as they allowed the flow of the soapy water form the enema can into Jamie’s bottom. mom wanted it to be a pleasant experience for him, so she squirted the solution slowly into Jamie. Jamie loved the feeling of the hot water as it pulsed into him, slowly filling him up. His mom told him to tell her when he felt full. To her surprise, there was the telltale gurgle from the enema can which happens when the last of the soapy water is drained out. "Goodness, Jamie," his mom said to him, "You’ve managed to take the lot!" She withdrew the nozzle of the syringe from his bottom and pulled his plastic pants and diapers up around his waist. She then lifted her son up with one arm supporting his back, the other under his knees and his bottom between her legs as she sat there. Jamie leant his head against his mom’s plastic apron, put his thumb in his mouth and started sucking on it. His mom kissed him gently on his forehead. "Hold it as long as you can, Jamie, please. There’s a love!" Jamie glanced down and was really amazed to see how much his tummy was bulging from all the hot soapy water inside him. He squirmed a bit in his mom’s arms as he fought to hold onto the enema. Suddenly he couldn’t hold it any more. He exploded into his diaper as his constipation was well and truly relieved. When he told his mom he was empty, she lifted him up and sat him on her lap with her legs together this time. The mushy mess was squeezed up between his legs and he could feel the warm soft mess spreading up his back and between his legs and up his front. It felt wonderful. His mom cuddled him to her and started to cry softly. Jamie took his thumb out of his mouth, "What’s the matter, mom? Why are you crying?" "It’s a grown up thing, Jamie. I’m just so glad I have you and you’re such a wonderful son."
After a while of cuddling him and rocking him gently, his mom lifted him up and stood him on the plastic sheet. She’d calculated correctly as he hadn’t leaked at all. She lifted him into the bath and removed the plastic pants and diapers, wiping a much as she could off him with the diapers, and then cleaning him with baby wipes before showering him clean. She wrapped a bath sheet around him and cuddled him dry. She knew in her heart that she missed having a husband who loved her and cared for her, as well as someone she could love and care for. men, she thought, can be such babies at times. She loved Jamie dearly and knew that she was lavishing all the love and care she could on him. Fortunately, Jamie liked it. When he was dry, she held him to her and kissed his forehead. "Decision time, young man! Do I put you in diapers early for the rest of the afternoon and evening, or do you want your normal clothes?" "Diapers, please, mom," came Jamie’s reply. he’d not even had to think about that choice!
The next year went by so quickly. Jamie was dropped by the school bus at the hospital every weekday evening where he spent the night as his mom did her night shift. The weekends he spent with his mom at home were great and being in diapers at the hospital and every night, sometimes during the day, at home was fine by him.
One day, just at the start of the summer vacation, his mom took him home after her shift and was looking very serious. She got breakfast for them both and, while they were eating it, turned to Jamie, saying, "I need to have serious talk with you." Jamie looked worried. "Mom, I’m sure I haven’t done anything wrong!" His mom laughed, "What makes you think you’re in trouble?" "Well, you always use that tone of voice to me when I’ve done something wrong and I’m about to be punished." His mom ruffled his hair and kissed his forehead. "No, love, you’re not in trouble, but we have some serious decisions to make. I need to ask you a question and I want an honest answer. Are you happy with the way things are at the moment with my working nights and you staying overnight at the hospital? The truth, mind you!" Jamie could see that his mom was concerned about something, so gave this some thought. "It’s fine by me, mom. I get the weekends with you and I can play with the other kids at the hospital in the evening. Why?" "Well, Jamie, the hospital is so pleased with my work that I’ve been offered a choice of two jobs. I’ve been asked to be in charge of all the children’s wards either during the day or at night. The night time job still pays more money as it’s permanent nights, but the extra pay for the promotion means that I could do either. I wouldn’t need to works the nights to get enough money to pay the mortgage and all the bills. It’s up to you. Which would you rather I did?"
Jamie looked at his mom thoughtfully. After some time of silence, he replied, "Mom, which would you prefer to do? I’m happy to go with what you want." Mom was surprised at such a grown up answer, but thinking that he was ten years old now and he’d had to do a lot of growing up when his father walked out. "I like nights, Jamie. It’s a different sort of nursing at night and I like that. I’d rather do the nights, but only as long as you’re happy with that!" Jamie got up and threw his arms round his mom’s neck. "Of course I am, mom. I just want you to be happy too, ‘cos I am." His mom started crying again, but Jamie knew that she wasn’t sad: she was happy for them both.
"Unfortunately, Jamie, there is a complication. The hospital want me to go on a special course for pediatric intensive care. It means a month away and it’s the summer vacation, so I need to know what you’d prefer. I’m going to different hospital in another state for the month. You can come with me and stay in the hospital, but it is the summer and you will want to play with your friends, or I know there is a place on a summer camp if you’d prefer that. If you want to stay here, there are ways we can do that, but it really is your choice. What would you rather do?" Jamie’s reply was immediate. "Mom, I want to be with you, if that’s all right?" His mom started crying again, "Oh Jamie, I so hoped you’d say that. So it’s all right with you if I go in on Monday and accept the night post and then well go the other state for me to do my extra training?" "Of course, mom. I’m so pleased that the hospital knows what a super nurse you are!"
Mom and Jamie went into the hospital on the Monday morning. Jamie was left on the children’s ward while she signed the papers and made the travel arrangements. She came back to collect Jamie from the ward. "I’ve got a couple of days leave before we go to give us time to pack. We’ll go shopping first to buy you some new shoes and some smart clothes for the journey."
Jamie was thrilled that they flew to the other state which was actually quite a way from where they lived. They were met at the airport by a car from the hospital and driven over there to where they’d be staying for the next month. Mom was helped by the driver to carry her cases up to her room in the nurses’ home which the hospital had in the hospital grounds. It was a warm sunny day and some of the children were either walking or being pushed by nurses round the attractive hospital grounds. Jamie couldn’t help but notice that all the children had diapers on and rubber pants instead of the plastic ones he was used to. He wondered if he’d be wearing them later, really hoping so. After his mom had put her stuff in her room, his mom said that the driver had gone back to take Jamie’s case to the ward where he’d be staying and they’d better go there to get Jamie settled in as they wanted to have a meeting with mom and the other nurses who’d come from across the country for the course. Mom followed the signs and ended up at the ward where the Jamie was to stay for the month his mom was on the course. She handed him over to a nurse who smiled at Jamie with a really nice smile, saying, "Welcome, Jamie! We’ve been expecting you. Come with me and we’ll get you sorted out." His mom kissed him and said that she’d be back later to see him.
The nurse led Jamie into the ward itself where he was pleased to see that all the beds were cot-sided and the sides were up for all the children in their beds. The nurse stopped at an empty cot and told Jamie that this was his. She then said that he’d need to get changed after she’d explain the ward rules to him. She led him into an office, saying that he’d have a bath first after they’d had a little chat together, then he’d see the doctor as all children were checked out on admission and Jamie was going to get the same treatment as everyone else. She sat him down on a chair and sat in another chair which was beside it. "Jamie, let me explain some things about this ward as it’ll help you to settle in if you know what we do here. All children wear diapers and rubber pants all day and night. I’m afraid that means you as well. You’ll be changed in the morning before breakfast, before lunch, before supper and just before you go to bed. Normally, unless there is a special reason like you’ve got a tummy upset, you won’t be changed more often that that. You will also be expected to ‘go potty’ in your diapers as well. that’s the rule and every patient here, including you, has to obey that. We have a lot of children who don’t want to wear diapers and certainly don’t want to ‘go potty’ in them. Now, you’re a sensible boy, so I hear, and I gather you are used to diapers from staying overnight at the hospital where your mom works. is that so?" Jamie confirmed this for her. "Good, then I won’t have a battle with you over wearing diapers, then! I have to tell you, although we wouldn’t normally warn our new patients first, that you get a large glycerin suppository and a big dose of laxative once we’re ready to diaper you. That’s to make sure the children who really don’t want to be in diapers and don’t want to ‘go potty’ in them, have to. I think you can understand what I mean!" Jamie said that he could see why they did that. It was strange for him when he was put back into diapers the first night he stayed at his mom’s hospital. The nurse then explained that she’d have to do the same to him as the procedures had to be followed for all patients. Jamie did say that he understood and didn’t want to cause problems, so he’d do what he was told. "Right, then, my lad! We’ll go to the bathroom, get your clothes off, all washed and squeaky clean, then get you seen by the doctor."
She led him out of the office and another nurse joined them. She led Jamie to the bathroom which, to his surprise, didn’t have a bath like he had at home. The baths were plastic and on wheels like a baby bath. The nurse who’d been talking to him saw his look at the baths. "We can take these to a bedside if we want to and they go up and down like the hospital cots so we can get you at the right height to wash you." Both nurses put on green rubber aprons and put on rubber boots of the same color and then pulled rubber gloves which stretched from finger tips to well above the elbow. The other nurse took a hose and started running water into one of the baths, while the first nurse helped Jamie out of his clothes. When he was naked, she held out her hand and led him to the bath. he noticed that there was a tube from the bottom of the bath leading to a drain, but the tube on the other baths was clipped up underneath. He guessed, correctly, that this was to drain the bath through. Just before he got into the bath, the other nurse handed Jamie a urinal. "This is what we want you to do, Jamie. We want a sample of your wee in this special bottle. I’ll hold the bottle for you. Jamie felt really strange being asked to wee into this special bottle with one nurse holding it and the other watching. The bottle was clear glass and he struggled at first to start. It was much easier in a diaper! The other nurse turned on a tap full so there was the sound of running water. Jamie’s bladder took the hint and he soon emptied himself into the urinal for the nurse as she held it in place over his weener.
The nurse dipped a stick into his wee and pronounced that it was fine: no problems at all. The bath was low down and Jamie was lifted into it. Once he was sitting in the warm water, the nurses first fastened a strap around his waist to stop him falling out, then pumped the foot pedal to raise the bath to a comfortable height for them to wash him. They were very thorough and Jamie discovered that the bottom of the bath was shaped to allow them to wash between his legs without him having to lift his bottom off the base of the bath. It was shaped a bit like a toilet seat with a cutaway front. After he was scrubbed clean, the plug was pulled from the bath and one nurse took a shower attachment and showered him all over while the water ran don the drain. "Jamie, you’ll be bathed here normally as we won’t need to bring the bath to you." The shower was turned off and the bath lowered as far down as it would go. Jamie was wrapped in a large towel and sat on one nurse’s lap while the other dried his hair with another towel. He was then dried all over and placed in a wheelchair, still in the towel and taken to a clinic room where an intern proceeded to examine him literally from head to foot. She looked in his eyes, his ears, in his mouth and up his nose, pulled back his foreskin, which he found embarrassing and also checked to see if his testes had descended. She listened to his chest, took his blood pressure and then rolled him on his front on the examination couch to take his temperature the way Jamie preferred - rectally. She told Jamie that she’d discuss her findings with her senior and also his mom later. One of the nurses stayed with her while the doctor was examining Jamie. When the doctor left, she went to the cupboards and got out a thick pile of diapers, rubber pants in Jamie’s size, diaper pins, cream, talcum powder, poured something into a glass and placed something in a metal dish. She put a pair of hospital rubber gloves on, sitting him on the diapers, she proceeded to apply a good layer of diaper cream over Jamie’s bottom, rubbing it well in. She powdered him, then asked him to lie on his back with his legs apart. When he had complied, she placed some lubricant on a finger and proceeded to lubricate and dilate Jamie’s back passage. When she was happy that she’d stretched him enough, leaving Jamie wishing she’d keep going, she removed a large suppository from the dish. Jamie realized why he’d been stretched gently first, the suppository was huge! the nurse smiled at him, "I know you’ve had these before, but these are our special admission ones. They’re shaped differently so that the child can’t push it straight out into their diaper before it has a chance to do some good. We want them to mess their diapers as soon as possible to get them used to it. I know you’ve no problem with that but." "You treat all your patients the same," Jamie finished for her. It wasn’t comfortable to have this large suppository pushed in to his back passage: Jamie grunted with the discomfort, but could feel that it wouldn’t come out in a hurry until it had dissolved a bit first. The nurse swiftly pulled his diapers around him, pulling them tightly between his legs and firmly around his hips to make it harder for him to expel the suppository before it had had a chance to work. She then pulled on the semi-transparent amber colored rubber pants. Jamie put his hand down to feel them. They felt nice, he decided. The nurse sat him up and held his nose. "Drink this down quickly and I’ll give you a peppermint to suck." Jamie dutifully did as he was told and swallowed the bubble gum flavor castor oil - a large dose - as quickly as he could. The nurse then handed him a glass of water and then, when he’d drink from that, the promised peppermint to take the oily taste away which even the flavoring couldn’t disguise. She then put Jamie in such a short gown that it didn’t even cover his rubber pants, then took him by the hand and led him to the play area for the children in the ward allowed out of bed. by now the suppository was dissolving and irritating his back passage, making him want to pass stool. He tried to hold it as long as possible. One of the children noticed him fidgeting and smiled at him. "New today?" Jamie agreed that he was. The other boy introduced himself as David and said that he’d had the suppository treatment and that horrible dose of castor oil as well. "When the castor oil works, you’ll really know about it! The nurses here are really keen to keep us regular. if you miss even one day, they have all sorts of methods of getting you to soil your diaper." As he was speaking to Jamie, Jamie noticed that that he could see David’s diaper getting wet at the front through his semi-transparent rubber pants. Jamie said, "At the hospital where I was, we were all put in diapers and plastic pants." David replied, "I like the rubber ones myself. I’ve had plastic pants, but these feel nicer." At that moment, Jamie erupted into his diaper as it filled with stool helped out by the suppository. David smiled, "It’s better out than trying to hold it in. You can’t escape it. I think you’ll be going again and again in a couple of hours when the castor oil gets working. Just then, another boy was brought over by a nurse. He’d obviously been crying as his eyes were red and blotchy. The nurse introduced him as George. David turned to George, "We’ve all had the same treatment when we came here and we’re all wearing rubber pants and diapers, so you may as well get used to it! Jamie here has just arrived and he’d had the same treatment as you." "But I’m, a big boy and I don’t wet myself," came George’s reply. "I know, but this is how things are here, so like it or lump it." was David’s not unkind response. Just then George filled his diaper. "Do I ask a nurse to get changed?" he asked plaintively. "No chance," responded David, "you’ll stay in those until just before supper time."
Jamie really did get emptied by the castor oil and his diaper was full. He realized that the rubber pants didn’t leak as easily as the plastic ones had done. He could see the brown mess spread all up the front of his diaper through the rubber pants and knew the other children could see what he’d done in his diapers. none of them seemed bothered and Jamie could see that he was not alone in being in very messy diapers, apart from poor George who was also plastered and very upset. Jamie leaned close to him and told him not to worry as he’d get used to it and they were all literally in the same mess.
Just before supper, each child was taken away in turn to have a diaper change. Those who were just wet were wiped and changed, but the really messy ones like Jamie and George were taken to the bathroom to be washed and changed after being thoroughly creamed. When Jamie came back to the main ward in clean diapers, rubber pants and the short gown, his mom was there along with another doctor. The doctor smiled at Jamie, "Your mom and I have been talking about you. Would you come here and let me look inside your throat?" She looked in Jamie’s throat, turned to his mom to say, "The intern who examined Jamie this morning was right, I’m pleased to say for her sake, but not for Jamie’s. I’m afraid he has enlarged tonsils and adenoids. I agree that he should have them out. Don’t worry about the cost, the hospital has covered that. I’ve got a slot and can do it tomorrow, if that’s all right with you?" Jamie’s mom had suspected that Jamie had adenoid problems because of the way he breathed through his mouth at times, so was happy to agree and sign the consent form. The doctor turned to Jamie, "We’ve decided to do a small operation on your nose and throat tomorrow. Your mom says you had surgery when you broke your arm and coped with that very well. So we’ll make the arrangements and operate on you tomorrow. I’ll inform the nurses and make the necessary arrangements." With that she turned and left, leaving Jamie’s mom to explain to him what the doctor was planning to do.
While his mom was telling him about the operation he’d be having the next day, the doctor was writing up Jamie’s chart for his pre-operative preparation. Jamie was not quite sure that he wanted the sore throat following the operation, but remembered his gassing for setting his broken arm and didn’t mind that so much. The nurse came over to Jamie, "I’m sorry, Jamie, the doctor has put you on ‘no food from now, so you can’t have any supper. Sorry about that! She’s said you can drink up to midnight, so we’ll give you drinks until then and also wake you at midnight for a last drink so you don’t wake up too dry in the morning. I’m also afraid she’s ordered up another laxative for you. I reminded her you’d had the ‘on admission’ castor oil, but she wants me to give you something else as well. I’ll be back in a minute or two with it and we’ll change you into thicker diapers -I’m afraid you’ll need them." Turning to Jamie’s mom, knowing she was a nurse, she told her, "He’s to have a dose of Epsom Salts to wash him out thoroughly. Sorry."
She went away and came back with another nurse, pulling the curtains round the bed. Jamie was swiftly and expertly changed into extra thick diapers, as well as larger rubber pants. His diapers were so thick that, lying flat, his hips were raised right off the bed buy the thick pile under him. His legs were pushed apart by the thick diaprs and rubber pants bulging between his legs. he had to put his legs apart like a frog they were so thick. His thighs were sweating wheer they came in contact with the smooth slick rubber of the pants. He was sat up and one of the nurse gave him a glass with a clear liquid inside. "Drink it down quickly, love, as it tastes a bit salty. It should work in a couple of hours, and we’ll be back every hour to give you a glass of water to drink which will help." Jamie dutifully drank it down and grimaced at the salty taste. The nurse had already arranged Jamie’s pillows so he was propped up in his bed. his mom said that she’d stay with him until after supper as she had some work to do back in the nurses’ home as part of this course. She did remark to him how kind the nurses seemed on the ward. Jamie agreed with her: they had been kind to him already.
The nurses had left the curtains around his cot so he wouldn’t have to watch them all eating when he couldn’t. He’d had his first glass of water an hour after the laxative and was shortly due for his next one. Suddenly he both felt and heard a gurgle from his tummy, followed by another, then another. he could feel a tremendous pressure inside him and he was forced to let go a huge amount of liquid diarrhea from him which flooded into his diaper faster than it could absorb it. He was sitting in a puddle of his own mess. He felt and heard the gurgle again just as the nurse came through the curtains with his next glass of water. As she was about to hand it to him, he exploded into his diaper again. The nurse smiled, "The laxatives seem to be working well, Jamie, from the sounds of it. We’ll be back in a hour with some more water for you and then, at midnight, we’ll change you, give you a last drink and then something to help you sleep for the rest of the night. Hopefully, you won’t wake up until after breakfast so you won’t have to hear the sounds of the others getting theirs. There are a couple of others going to the OR tomorrow, so they’re getting the same treatment as you!" She stood beside him while he drank the water down. It almost went through him straight away, or that’s how it felt to him, as he was soon filling his diapers with yet more liquid diarrhea. he could see through his rubber pants that the diaper had changed form white to brown. The next glass of water went through him as well and, about a quarter past midnight as the nurses had down the other, younger children first, Jamie was placed on a gurney and wheeled into the bathroom to be bathed and changed. Two nurses removed his saturated diapers and rubber pants, which to his surprise hadn’t leaked, sot he nurses had know just how thick to make them. he guessed that they must be used to doing that if all the children going to OR the next day were dosed with the same laxatives. What with the castor oil and the Epsom Salts, he felt very light and empty!
He was washed below his waist quickly, dried and creamed, and then another pile of diapers just as thick as before were put on him, along with rubber pants and a pair of rubber bloomers from his knees to mid chest over the top. The rubber bloomers cut into his thighs and chest as the rubber bands at thigh and chest were tight to try to contain any leaks. One of the nurses said, "The rubber over-pants are just in case you leak!" He was taken back to his bed, but without a gown this time. Already he could feel himself sweating where the smooth rubber caressed his thighs and chest as the ward was warm. The nurses had removed the aprons they’d been wearing to shower him, and one of them had put on a clean white rubber apron. She sat on the bed and Jamie was encouraged to lie across her lap with his head cuddled into her breasts covered by her uniform and the rubber apron. Jamie learnt that night to associate the smell of rubber with a feeling of safety and security. The nurse bent over and whispered to him, "We do this for every patient going to the OR the next morning. It’s our way of giving you a bit of special care!" The other nurse came back with two baby bottles, one large and the other much smaller. She handed the larger one to the nurse cuddling Jamie who took the bottle form her and encouraged Jamie to put it between his lips and suck it empty. After that, she placed the empty bottle on the bedside cabinet and picked up the smaller one. "This is something called chlorate hydrate which will help you to sleep. Drink it down quickly and I’ll cuddle you until you’re asleep. Would you like that?" "Yes, please!" whispered Jamie. He sucked the bottle dry quickly and tried to ignore the strange taste. The nurse, who was well used to this and loved helping the rather anxious children to relax and go to sleep the night before their operation, gave him a pacifier to suck on, telling him that all their patients would be given one the night before their operation as the nurses found it helped, and, no, he wasn’t a bay, just a worried boy who would be worried about what would happen tomorrow, and that everything would be all right, just wait and see. She pulled him closer to her so that his face was partly buried between her breasts with the smell of the rubber strong in his nose as she rocked him gently. Soon Jamie became floppy as he fell deeply asleep as the drug did its work. The other nurse came back after what they had agreed was an appropriate time for a boy of Jamie’s age and size and they lifted him into the bed on his side, covering him with the sheet and blanket. They quietly opened the curtains at the foot of the bed so they could keep an eye on him overnight and then went on their rounds of the ward.
In the morning Jamie woke when the nurses came to get him ready. He was absolutely soaked, having wet his diaper and passed very watery diarrhea while he was sedated overnight. "We’re going to wash you and get you ready for your operation, Jamie," the nurse said to him. Jamie suddenly went cold with fright. It was different when he’d broken his arm as he wanted to be put to sleep to get it fixed and stopped it hurting. He wasn’t hurting and was aware enough this time to be worried. Another nurse came with a gurney to take Jamie to the bathroom where one of the rasing plastic baths was ready for him. He was stood in the bath while the rubber bloomers which had contained some leakage, the rubber pants and the absolutely sopping wet diapers were stripped off and he was hosed down as the water drained out from the bath through the hose into the drain. Once he was cleaned off, the plug was put into the bath and the bath raised while the nurses filled it while Jamie laid back while they soaped him from hair to feet, then pulled the plug out and showered the soap off him. The bath was lowered and Jamie was lifted out and wrapped in a thick white bath towel. When he’d been dried off, he was lifted onto the gurney where the nurses creamed and powdered him, then put another pile of really thick diapers on him, followed by another pair of the larger rubber pants. He was sat up for a short gown to be put on him, then a green rubber bib which had a collar around his neck and straps to fasten around his chest. A green rubber shower cap was pulled over his freshly washed hair. They laid him down on the gurney and pulled the metal rails at the sides up to stop him falling off. he found that, yet again, his back wasn’t in contact with the rubber covered mattress, with a green sheet overlying it, because of the thickness of the diapers they had put him in.
He was wheeled back bedside his bed and lifted into bed. The curtains were drawn around, then one of the nurses left while the other sat with Jamie. The other nurse came back with a dish. her colleague uncovered Jamie’s leg for him to have an injection. The nurse with the dish, wiped his leg with a swab of cotton wool, then told Jamie, "I’m going to give you a little injection which will make your mouth dry and you’ll feel drowsy as well, which should help a bit as I guess you’re a bit nervous aren’t you?" As Jamie was replying in the affirmative, she swiftly injected his leg as her partner held it still for her. "Ouch!" said Jamie. "Sorry, pet, it does sting a bit, but it will soon work and you’ll get sleepy." The other nurse handed her colleague her apron and swapped it for a clean one. "Would you like a little cuddle until it starts working, Jamie?" "Yes, please!" came his earnest reply. She sat on the bed and Jamie was lifted into her lap, cuddled up again between her rubber covered breasts. Her colleague got Jamie a special OR pacifier which she placed in his mouth and fastened it behind his head to hold it in place. With Jamie sucking nervously on the pacifier, the nurse cuddled him with the smell of rubber in his nostrils as he drifted off to sleep.
Jamie woke as he was lifted from his bed onto the gurney to take him to the OR. "Sorry, pet, we were hoping to get you down there and asleep before you’d woken up." The side rails on the gurney were lifted and Jamie was covered by a blanket. He was taken to the OR holding area where a nurse in OR greens came out to see him. "Hello, Jamie. I’m sorry you’re awake. Most children are still very sleep from the effect of the drug you were injected with on the ward. You’ve had surgery before, haven’t you?" The OR nurse untied his pacifier from behind his head so that he could answer her. Jamie said that he’d had his arm set last year when he broke it. The nurse said to him, "We can do this in one of two ways, Jamie. We’ve got a short while as they’re not quite ready for you. You were brought down quicker than expected. We can either take you into the OR and put you to sleep there which means you’ll see inside the OR, or I can put a special mask on your face out here and put some straps behind your head to hold it on so that you won’t have to see the OR. Some children find that more frightening than seeing the OR and others prefer to have the larger mask on. Which would you like?" Jamie thought for a moment, think of all the shiny equipment that he’d seen last time. He was frightened this time as he wasn’t hurting like last time and he hadn’t been given as much morphine either. "Please can I have the larger mask on out here?" Jamie asked in a plaintive little voice, his throat dry from the injection of atropine earlier as well as from his nervousness. "Of course you can, pet. Let’s get you sorted!" The nurse got Jamie to lift his head as she put some rubber straps behind his head. She showed him the black rubber mask with the inflated rim which would cover the whole of his face and the hooks to attach the straps to. "Let’s put it over your face and see if it’s all right shall we?" She put the mask over Jamie’s face which covered his face from his forehead to his chin. The mask smelt funny from the anesthetic which had soaked into the rubber. The nurse took it off and asked Jamie again. "Do you still want this mask on now?" Jamie decided that he did. "Jamie, would you like your pacifier back again? Most children want their pacifier while they’re waiting. I’m told it does help!" "Yes please," came Jamie’s earnest reply. The pacifier was put between his lips so he could taste the rubber teat and the hard rubber guard was pressed up against his lips. It was fastened behind his head so it wouldn’t come loose when he was put to sleep. She smiled at him, "Ready now?" Jamie nodded and she put the mask over his face again, this time hooking the rubber straps onto the metal fixings so the mask was held tightly onto his face and the inflated rim made a good seal around his face. Jamie could smell the rubber of the face mask as well as the other smells. In his nervousness, he felt his bladder releasing involuntarily into his diaper as the hot urine spread out across his abdomen and down between his legs. The nurse wheeled Jamie into the OR. He was sucking nervously on his pacifier as he was lifted up onto the operating table. He was told what was happening as he was strapped down across his ankles, knees and upper chest. His arms were pulled out and placed on arm boards so he looked as if he was being crucified. The anesthesiologist said to Jamie that he was going to plug a tube into his mask and he was to take deep breaths. It would be oxygen and would only smell slightly funny from the rubber tubing. Jamie felt the tubing being plugged in and could feel the cold draught of the oxygen hissing onto his face. He took his deep breaths and the anesthesiologist was pleased to see the black rubber bag inflating and deflating as Jamie took his deep breaths. The nitrous oxide was turned on and Jamie could smell the sweet sickly odour of the nitrous oxide. He sensed a roaring in his ears and felt as if he were falling down a black tunnel. Ether was added and the anesthesiologist massaged the rubber bag to force more ether into Jamie’s lungs. Jamie’s throat ‘caught’ from the ether, but the rubber mask sealed well around his face and the gases were forced down into his lungs. Rapidly now he lost consciousness and was taken deeply unconscious for the surgery.
What happens when Jamie wakes? Will he still be in diapers and plastic or rubber pants when his mom takes him home? Look out for the next installment!