When I was eighteen-months-old I was totally toilet-trained by my
mother and she was proud of me. At twenty-months-old I was eating at the
table drinking from a cup no training cup and no highchair. At two-years-old I was sleeping in a big boy bed not a youth bed and no more bedtime
pacifier. Mom was so proud of her big boy and how he was learning things
so fast. When I entered kindergarten at age four and a half I could read at the second grade level and do math at the third grade level.
I was still very small for a four and a half year old 34” tall and 38 pounds. My twin brothers Billy and Bobby were born six months before I
started school and things got very different. I was no longer the only one that mom was to be proud of. My brothers took the spotlight. No matter what I did mom just said that was a good job no excitement just a matter of fact acknowledgement of what I could do.
When my brothers began crawling I could not get my mothers attention
for any reason. Then Christmas came all I got were clothes and a book.
My brothers got all kinds of toddler toys to ride on and play with. Sense I was small I could ride on the toddler toys with no problem but my mom told me to get off them when she found me on one of them.
Four weeks later my fifth birthday came and all I got was more clothes. I was mad my brothers could do no wrong and get to play with all kinds of toys but mom told me the toys were for the babies and I was not a baby. She would spank me hard every time she caught me riding on the spring horse my favorite. One day mom was changing one of my brother’s diapers when I got the
idea if I would wet my pants I would get mom's attention again. Ten minutes later I wet my pants. Mom was real mad and spanked me for it and made me sit in the corner for a half an hour where I wet my pants again because I was mad too. She was so mad after that she watched me rinse out my two pair of wet pants and put them in the babies laundry hamper she told me to go to my room and stay in bed until she says I can get up again.
About an hour later she came in my room and asked me if I was ready to be a good big boy again. I sheepishly said "Yes". She told me to either
go play outside on the play-gym or go read the book I got for my birthday. It was cold out side so I went to read my book. I felt the need to poop just a little before I sat down and thought about pooping my pants but that would be horrible and decided I would not want to do that. But the more I walk the less I felt the need so I walk to my little reading desk and began to read.
About fifteen minutes later the need to poop came back but the book
was so good reading I did not want to stop until the chapter ended. When
the chapter ended I stood up and took two steps before letting what I
thought was a fart but instead a load of poop went into my pants. It felt very bad I can’t remember pooping my pants before but this was bad and the stink it made just about made me sick.
What could I do I did not want to walk making the mess worse so I stood there a few minutes. Mom came to me standing so still and asked me what was wrong then she smelled my problem. She asked. Donny did you just dirty your pants like a little baby? I hung my head a said "Yes mommy". She grabbed my hand and took me to the bathroom and told me to clean myself up.
This was real bad she sat me on the counter squishing my mess up
between my legs and up the back of my butt then she removed my shoes and socks. After she put me back on the floor she told me to step into the tub and remove my messy pants and rinse them out under the faucet. After I was done rinsing my pooped in pants she handed a baby wipe one at a time and told me to clean my bottom off. When I was done she ran a tub of water and started to bathe me until I was all clean.
At first I tried to help her but she kept moving my hands away. She
was bathing me just like I was a two-year-old and at first I did not like
it but by the end of the bath I felt so clean and good. She dried me
off she carried me to my room and dug through my closet until she emerged with a package of Pull-Ups.
She pulled a pair out and held one open and told me to step into it. I did as she pulled it up she said these will help keep the furniture safe from more accidents. I told her I was going to take it off it was for babies. She warned me what would happen if I did take it off so I cried and through a tantrum. When I quieted down she told me to go play and I better not have more accidents or else. After my tantrum was all over I thought to my self that pooping your
pants was not that bad may be I could try it again tomorrow. Now all I
was wearing was the Pull-up so mom could keep and eye on when I wet. My brothers were playing in their playpen so I started to play with the
building blocks one of the few toy’s mom would not yell at me for playing
with. I had a good building started when I needed to pee but if I got up and left someone would knock it down and I remembered about my Pull-Up so I just soaked my Pull-Up and continued to play.
When mom came in the playroom with two diapers she checked Billy and Bobby’s diaper and only Billy was wet so she changed him on a changing mat on the floor. She looked at me building my building and noticed how my Pull-Ups were sagging. She checked me to be sure I was not only wet but I was soaked. She started to go to my room and get me another Pull-Up but she looked in her hand and saw the diaper. Sense I was so small she thought it would fit. She grabbed my hand and led me to the changing pad where she laid me down and tore the sides of the Pull-Up and removed it she then wiped my diaper area. I watched my brothers while I was getting my first diaper
in years. I was crying and kicking until mom gave my bottom three hard
smacks then I went limp and started to watch my brothers. They did not
even care they just kept playing with their toys. After my diaper was
changed mom told me to go play like a good boy as she opened the playpen gate. I crawled into the playpen and mom shut the gate.
I was dressed just like my brothers except I had no T-shirt like my
brothers just diapers just like them. I was just a little taller so mom
put me in the playpen. She did that so I could not get out and wet on
the furniture. The playpen dad built was three and a half feet tall six
feet square. It had a gate that needed a key to open it. You ether
climbed over or went through the gate so I had to stay in the playpen sense I could not climb very well.
After mom put me in the playpen I heard her moving things all around
like heavy furniture or something from the attic. I did not care I was in
the playpen with all kinds of toys. My brother did not pay any attention to me so I started to play with the toy cars and trucks that were scattered all over.
My brothers were going to be one next week and already mom was sitting them on the potty once a day for five minutes. This was the time of the day when she put each of them on the potty fore their potty time. Billy
was first nothing happened then Bobby again nothing happened she looked at me for my turn then turned and left the room.
I felt left out but I was having so much fun playing I did not care. I found a pacifier in the corner of the playpen so I started to suck on it and found if so relaxing. It was dinner time so mom checked each of our diapers finding everyone wet. She said. Out loud that after we eat out din-din we needed to change every ones diaper. I don’t remember wetting but now I can feel
dampness I did not care I was playing with toys that I could only dream about before.
Mom carried me in to the kitchen last that is when I saw a surprise my
old highchair was back. Mom said. She saved it because she though she
could use it for the next baby but when one baby became two she had to
have matching highchairs so she left mine in the attic with my crib. She
put me in my highchair and strapped me in with the tray in place I looked just like my brothers. I felt so safe and secure.
Mom put bibs on each of us and put our food just out of our reach. She
gave Billy and Bobby bottles to take while she fed me my baby food meal. At first I refused to eat but mom was so persistent I gave up and ate one jar of chicken one jar of peas and one jar of peaches. When she finished feeding me she handed me my bottle. I threw it on the floor she handed it back with a warning so I started to suck on the nipple. It was so good tasting I hoped it would last forever.
While I drank my bottle mom fed my brothers as she was feeding Billy
last I felt the need to poop so I started to talk when mom told me I better be quiet. I started to talk again she said if I say another word I was going to get spanked. I finished my bottle as poop was slipping into my wet diaper because I couldn't hold it no longer.
As mom picked Billy up she said in a baby talk voice. Looks like Billy
has a dirty wet diaper on we need to change him don’t we as she carried
him to the nursery then to the playpen. She came back to the kitchen
and repeated her routine with Bobby. Then it was my turn I was afraid of
a spanking for the mess I had in my diaper but she treated me just like
my brothers except more baby talk.
I was in the playpen and it was seven-thirty in the evening mom said
bedtime for all babies as she grabbed Bobby and whisked him to the bath
tub for his nightly bath followed by night thick diapers. Bobby was returned to the playpen and it was Billy’s turn then it was my turn. I asked mommy "Why do I have to wear diapers now? I am a big boy".
Mom said I would be a baby the rest of the week then she would decide if I would go back to school and be a big boy or not. After my bath mom carried me to the nursery where I saw three cribs not two. I asked mom "is that my bed now?" Mom said "Yes". After I get my sleeper on that is where I was headed. It took mom five minutes to have my night diaper, plastic pants and sleeper on me. She picked me up into my new bed with the bars. I stood up and the top of the rail was at the top of my head. Sense I was not a climber I had only one way out. MOMMY! Ten minutes later my brothers and I were lying in our cribs sucking our bottles. I was so comfortable and relaxed I fell asleep before I finished my bottle and I really liked my bottle. The next morning mom woke us up and found only one baby had a wet
diaper, mine. So while I had my diaper changed my brothers watched from
their cribs. Then we were taken to the kitchen for breakfast. I was in my
highchair sucking my bottle while I watched Billy and Bobby get fed their oatmeal. Then it was my turn after I was half way through I felt the need to poop. Every time I opened my mouth to tell mom I needed to poop, in went a spoonful of oatmeal. At the last spoonful I felt the poop fill my diaper and for the second time in twenty four hours I had a messy diaper. Mom let us finish our bottles before she would check our diaper and put us in our playpen for the morning.
She checked Bobby sense he finished his bottle first to find him wet
and messy took him to the nursery for his diaper change. Then it was Billy’s turn same thing wet and messy. Mom always talked baby talk about what messy little boys she has. When she came for me see said it was baby Donny’s turn. I had found my pacifier that mom had pinned on a string to my sleeper.
I never tried to say a word I just giggled through my pacifier. I was finely a happy little boy again without a care in the world. I did not go back to school until I was 10 and because mom home schooled me so well I passed the sixth grade test. But sense I was so recently potty trained I still had a couple of pants wetting accidents in my fifth grade class.
I still wet my bed and was treated just like a baby at home crib, highchair, and all the other things while my twin brothers were the big boys of the family. I did not care I was happy being a baby and that is what I will be when I grow up.