    TWO AGAIN

    Part One

    	Timmy the main character age seven...
    	The door to my room opened, momma came in to wake me not knowing
    I was already awake due to the cold wet PJ's and sheets.
    	"Wake up honey, its Saturday."
    	I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes as mom stood over me shaking
    her head.
    	"You wet the bed again."
    	"Ya-ya yes, mom, I am sorry."
    	"Well, hon, it's not your fault, but it's the third time this
    week."
    	"I know, mom. I just can't help it."
    	"Well, honey, I think it's time we find out why this is
    happening."
    	"What do you mean, mom?"
    	"I think it's time for you to see the doctor, so I'll make you an
    appointment for Monday, okay honey?"
    	"Okay, mom."
    	"Go on now, get yourself cleaned up and I'll strip your bed."
    	"Okay mom."
    	The rest of the weekend went as it should for a seven year old
    little boy.
    	"Wake up, honey, it's Monday, and remember, we're going to the
    doctor. Go get cleaned up and I'll take care of your bed."
    	While on the way to the doctor mom was talking and telling me,
    "lots of boys your age wet the bed, so don't feel so down on yourself."
    I just kept looking out the car window.
    	"Were here, hon," mom said as she held my hand. We walked in to
    the doctor's office. While checking in, not even aware of it, I wet
    myself. As mom looked down she asked, "Why didn't you tell me you had
    to go?"
    	"Mom, I didn't."
    	"You must have, you're wet."
    	She then took me to the restroom to get my wet pants off, not
    thinking that I did not have another pair to put on. She took me back
    to the doctor's office and asked how long it would be, explaining why
    she wanted to hurry. The nurse looked at me and said, "Oh, I see,
    ma'am. I'll try to get you in next." While in the doctor's office mom
    took my wet pants and undies off and I was standing there in nothing
    but my T-shirt as the doctor came in. With a puzzled look on his face
    my mom said, "he had an accident in the waiting room."
    	"Oh, I see. How long has he been having these wetting accidents?"
    	"Well, mostly at night. This is the first time he's done it
    during the day."
    	"Let's get him up on the table and we'll see what's going on."
    	As I lay there and the doctor examined me he asked, "how long has
    he been bedwetting?"
    	"Since he was potty trained," my mom said.
    	"I'll have to do some more tests, but I think the best thing for
    now is to get Timmy some protection at night."
    	As I sat there those words went through me like a shockwave.
    "'Protection?' What does he mean?"
    	As he left the room I asked mom, "What does he mean,
    'protection?'"
    	"Honey, you see..."
    	Just then the nurse came in and in her hand was a diaper. I
    stared at mom and asked, "Whats that for?"
    	"That is what the doctor meant by 'protection'."
    	"But mom, I'm seven. I'm not a baby!"
    	"Well, hon, you can't walk out of here naked."
    	"But mom!"
    	"Hon, you need to wear something," mom said. She then told me to
    lay down on the table. She lifted up my legs and slid the diaper under
    my butt. I started crying, saying, "Why, mommy, why?"
    	She picked me up and held me in her arms like she did when I was
    a toddler. As I continued to cry we walked out to the waiting room to
    make another appointment. All I could do was cry and hide my face in
    mommy's shoulder. When we got to the car mom buckled me in and said,
    "let's go home, hon." Through my tears and sobs I said, "okay mommy."
    	On the way home I noticed we were pulling in to a store parking
    lot. Shock went threw my small body.
    	"Why are we stopping here?"
    	"I just need to get a few things."
    	"Do I have to go in?"
    	"I can't leave you out here by yourself."
    	"But mom, I don't have any clothes on!"
    	"Yes you do, hon, you have your shirt and a diaper. Now come on."
    	She unbuckled me, took my hand, picked me up and carried me into
    the store. As I was small for my age and only weighed about fifty
    pounds I guess she didn't think much of it. She grabbed a cart and sat
    me in the baby seat and on through the store we went. After getting the
    things for the house we turned down the baby section. My heart just
    sank as I held my head down. The cart then stopped. As I was looking
    out the corner of my eyes I could see mom had picked up a pack of
    Pampers size 6. As she held them in her arms she then grabbed baby
    powder, wipes and baby lotion. As I heard the items fall into the cart
    I started crying again, not noticing the other stuff she had placed in
    the cart. Still sobbing, we went to the checkout. As mommy was putting
    the stuff up at the register I just could not hold back the tears and
    sobs. The checkout lady said, that's a cute little boy you have,
    ma'am." She then handed my mom a sucker and then we went out to the
    car.
    	"Not even realizing it, mom put the stuff in the back seat. She
    then picked me up out of the cart."
    	"You're wet again, you're soaked! Good thing I got those
    diapers."
    	She then told me to lie on the front seat. As she went to the
    back seat and opened the pack of diapers I just sat there crying, not
    wanting to believe this was happening to me.
    	"I'm seven years old, I'm not a baby! I'm not a baby!"
    	Just then mom put her hand on my shoulder and said, "lie down
    honey, I need to change you."
    	"Not here, mom! Not out here where everyone can see!"
    	"It doesn't matter, Timmy. You're soaking wet and you can't ride
    all the way home in that soggy diaper."
    	With her hand on my shoulder she gently made me lie down. She
    undid the tapes of the diaper and lifted up my legs and then she slid
    the diaper from under me. She then proceeded to wipe my butt and front
    with the wipes she had bought. Just then another family was at their
    car next to ours. I heard someone say, "what a cute baby you have!" Mom
    just said "thanks" and continued to diaper me.
    	"There, all done!" Once buckled in we were on our way home. While
    I was crying and sobbing my mom put the sucker the lady had given to
    her, up to my lips and said, "here maybe this will help." As I opened
    my mouth to suck on it she let go of it and I held on to it, crying and
    sucking it at the same time."
    	"Here we are, Timmy- home!"
    	By this time I had sucker spittle all over my face and shirt. Mom
    lifted me out of the car and stood me by the door as she got the bags
    out, then into the house we went. After putting things away she came to
    me and got down on her knee. In a babyish voice she said, "looks likes
    him all sticky-wicky!" She took my hand and led me to my room where sat
    me on the bed and pulled out a wipe and started to wipe my face off. I
    put up my hand and said, "I can clean myself, mommy!"
    	She then paused, looking at me, and said, "you've called me
    'mommy' several times today; usually its just 'mom'."
    	Not knowing what to say, I just said, "I'm sorry, mom."
    	"It's ok honey, if you want to call me 'mommy'. I just thought
    'mom' will do."
    	"If you don't mind," I said to myself.
    	"Well, Timmy, it's getting late, so how about some dinner?"
    	"Yeah, sure mom. Can I take this diaper off now?"
    	"Maybe you should leave it on, just in case."
    	"But mom, we're at home."
    	"Just leave it on until your bath time."
    	Feeling dejected, I said, "okay mommy."
    	After dinner we watched some TV and then came bath time. As I got
    up off the couch I could feel the diaper sag. Mom said, "See? Good
    thing you left it on. Now go upstairs and take your bath. I'll be up
    shortly."
    	After getting out of the tub and drying off mom stepped into the
    bathroom and said, "All done?"
    	"Yeah, mommy." She took the towel and hung it up. She then picked
    me up and carried me to my room. As she sat me on my bed I asked, "What
    did you carry me for?"
    	"I thought you liked it."
    	"Well, mom, I am seven and I can walk," I said to myself, but to
    her out came the words, "okay, mommy." She then got out a diaper,
    lotion and the powder and said, "now lie down, honey, while I get this
    diaper on you for the night."
    	Again I was telling myself, "I'm seven! I'm seven! I don't need
    diapers!" My thoughts were interrupted when mom grabbed my ankles,
    lifted up my legs and slid the diaper under me. As she applied the
    lotion and the powder my thoughts raced back to just what seemed a few
    short years ago, and I started to get those feelings of when I was a
    toddler. Not knowing it, I stuck my thumb in my mouth.
    	Suddenly mom was saying, "All done?" and pulling at my hand. As
    my eyes met mom's she said, "here, use this. It's better for you than
    your thumb." There in front of me was a pacifier. I just grabbed it and
    stuck it in. A feeling of peace and a sense of warmth and love just
    fell over me that had not been there for a while. Mommy pulled down the
    covers and I slid in as she tucked me in and kissed me on the forehead.
    As she left the room and turned out the light. I said, "I wove you,
    mommy" and rolled over and fell sound asleep.

    Part Two

    	As the light gleamed through my bedroom window I was waking up
    thinking that the events of the other day was all a dream. As I started
    to get out of bed I noticed that my PJs were dry. Then, the thickness
    of the diaper hit me, it was not a dream. As I stood up I pulled down
    my PJs and could see the yellow wet stain in the diaper. As I fell back
    on the bed and started to cry I was thinking, what was going on? Why
    me? Mom came in to the room.
    	"I see you're up. I heard you crying," she said as she came over
    to the bed and sat next to me. All I could do was lie there with my
    hands over my eyes, crying, "Why me, mommy? What's wrong with me?"
    	"Oh honey, you're not the only little boy who wets the bed," she
    said as she started undoing the tapes on the diaper. Just like a
    natural reaction, my legs spread apart. As she cleaned my bottom off
    she said, "you'll out grow it, it's just a part of life."
    	As she stood me up she said, "today is Sunday. Do you still want
    to go to the park and play?" While she walked to the closet I walked
    over to my chest of drawers to get a pair of undies. As I looked in the
    drawer where they should have been there laid a pack of Pampers size 6.
    I turned around to ask, "Where's my underwear?" Mom told me not to
    worry, she would take care of everything. Again I asked, "Where's my
    underwear? Where?"
    	"Honey, don't you remember what the doctor said? You need
    protection."
    	"Yeah, mommy, but that's just at bedtime, not during the day."
    	"Well honey, remember, you wet your pants at the doctor's office
    yesterday and you were wet this morning."
    	"I...I..."
    	"Do you want to go and play at the park today?"
    	"Yeah."
    	"Well, let's get you dressed."
    	She led me back over to the bed and said, "Now lie down."
    	"No!"
    	"Honey, I can't diaper you standing."
    	"No!"
    	With diaper in hand she again said to lie down.
    	"No, mom, I want my big boy pants! I'm not a little baby!"
    	"Tell you what, if you want to go out and play you'll have to
    wear this. If not, then we'll just stay home and I'll let you wear your
    underwear but no pants just in case you have an accident, okay?"
    	"No, mommy, I want to go!"
    	"Timmy, we've been through this, what do you want?"
    	"Okay, okay," I said as I threw myself on to the bed. Mom started
    putting diaper rash cream on, then up went my legs.
    	"Honey, you'll have pants on. No one will see the diaper."
    	I thought to myself, "no, but I'll know, seven and in diapers."
    	As the tapes went on mom said, "you've called me mommy again. If
    you want you can call me that all the time."
    	She pulled me onto her lap and hugged me and said, "now lets get
    some breakfast."
    	For some reason I felt the warmth of her love and as she stood
    with one arm around my back and the other under my butt I just didn't
    want to let go. She put me down and we went into the kitchen. I sat in
    the chair and I saw something I had not seen for years: my old sippy
    cup and Tony the Tiger cereal bowl and spoon. A flood of memories came
    rushing back as she poured the cereal and the milk. I just sat there
    staring at it as she poured some juice into the sippy cup.
    	"Eat, honey, so we can go."
    	I just sat there staring at the whole thing, thinking toddler-
    this stuff is for toddlers as my thoughts were interrupted by a spoon
    full of cereal at my lips. Mommy was trying to feed me. As the spoon
    went into my mouth I grabbed it and said through a mouthful, "I can
    feed myself."
    	"I know, honey, just looked like you were wanting me to help
    you."
    	"No mommy, I can, I can." Just like a baby, I can't believe I
    just talked like that. What's happening to me?
    	After breakfast I ran to the front door ready to go as mom stood
    there laughing.
    	"Let's go, lets go, mommy."
    	"So, you don't mind being in just a diaper and shirt?"
    	Embarrassment overcame my small frame. "Oh yeah, pants."
    	"Good idea. You wait here and I'll go get your pants and shoes."
    	"Okay, mommy."
    	"Okay honey, lie down and let's get you ready."
    	Not knowing that I had wet myself, but she had known, she lay me
    down, changed my diaper and put my pants and shoes on. She zipped up
    the pants and she tickled my tummy and made me giggle like she had done
    years before.

    Part Three

    	Timmy and his mom arrived at the park. As Timmy's eyes filled
    with excitement at the rides and all the animals, he was trying his
    best to undo the seatbelt. As his mom got out and walked over to open
    his door, Timmy threw his arms up saying, "Mommy! Mommy!" Without
    thinking, she bent over to pick him up. He quickly climbed into his
    mother's arms. He started saying, "Ride, mommy! Me ride, mommy!" but
    after a few moments in her arms she noticed that his pants were wet, as
    she whispered into his ear, "honey, you're soaked and your diaper has
    leaked. I'll need to change you before we can even get the tickets for
    the rides."
    	As she grabbed for Timmy's backpack that she had packed with
    extra diapers and lunch, she closed the car door and started looking
    for the restrooms. As she spotted them Timmy had somehow broken loose
    and started running towards the rides. Jennie gave chase, lucky for her
    Timmy tripped and was crawling. This allowed Jennie to catch Timmy
    before he had gone to far, grabbing him by the arm to hold on. He fell
    over on his back and started crying, sobbing "Ride, mommy! Ride!"
    	"I know, honey, but we need to get tickets first, and get you
    changed." She then led Timmy by the hand heading to the restrooms. She
    noticed that the ticket counter line was filling up with other people
    and she knew that the line would soon fill up, so she headed Timmy over
    to the picnic tables. She sat Timmy on the bench and pulled out a
    diaper, saying, "lay down, honey so I can change you and get those wet
    pants off."
    	Timmy had not noticed that his mom had even brought his backpack.
    He started saying, "No, mommy! Not here! I am not a baby, Mom!" She
    would hear nothing of it and gently pushed him on to his back. As she
    undid his pants and shoes she pulled them off. Timmy started crying
    with his hands over his face, then his mom undid the diaper and exposed
    his little pee-pee. The suddenness of the cool air hit Timmy and
    without warning his little pee-pee started flowing little streams of
    pee. As she sat back, as not to get peed on, his mom said to herself,
    "good thing I brought extra diapers." While cleaning Timmy up he had
    placed his thumb into his mouth to calm himself as to him it seemed
    like the most natural thing to do.
    	"There, all done." As Jennie pulled Timmy up to a standing
    position, still sucking his thumb, Timmy asked through his sucks,
    "Pants, mommy!"
    	"Oh, no, honey they're wet and I can't put wet pants back on
    you."
    	Now standing there in just a diaper and his T-shirt, Timmy's mom
    reached into the backpack and pulled out the pacifier. As she pulled
    out his thumb she popped it right in. Timmy continued right on sucking
    it and crying, "Home, mommy! I wanna go home!"
    	"But honey, we're here at the park and I know how much you wanted
    to come."
    	"No mommy, No! Wanna go home!"
    	So as Jennie gathered things up she picked Timmy up in her arms
    and headed to the parking lot. Before getting there she asked Timmy
    again, "Do you want to stay and ride and see the animals, honey?"
    	With his arms around her neck Timmy leaned back. With tears still
    running down his cheeks, he sheepishly asked mommy, "Am I your wittle
    baby?"
    	"Oh, honey, you've always been my little baby." With that, Timmy
    said, "Me stay, mommy! Me stay!" and snuggled closer to mommy, feeling
    more like he did not so long ago. As he felt the touch and the love of
    his mommy's arms, in his thoughts he knew he was a baby and needed his
    mommy. With this thought they went on about the day. Timmy knew he had
    found where he needed to be.

    Part Four- Timmy Goes Back to the Doctor

    	As Jennie carried Timmy to the car, after a long day at the park
    he was half asleep. When they got to the car Jennie opened the
    passenger door to buckle Timmy in. She noticed that he had wet his
    diaper but had said nothing to her. She laid him down on the seat and
    changed him into a clean diaper for the ride home. She said to herself,
    "boy you must be tired, you didn't hardly move while I changed you."
    She buckled him in and off they went.
    	While at a stoplight Jennie looked over at her son who was fast
    asleep sucking his thumb. She thought to herself why Timmy was being
    this way. Sas it because his father was no longer there for him or just
    what? She thought that maybe she would get some answers tomorrow at the
    doctor's office. She did not think of how since the accident that took
    her husband and Timmy's father was affecting her. All she could think
    about was the well-being of her son Timmy.
    	When they got home she carried Timmy into the house and laid him
    down on the couch. She watched as Timmy turned over onto his stomach
    and drew his legs under his stomach like he used to do when he was a
    baby. She wished she could have all the answers for him but she knew
    the best thing for now was just take care of Timmy. As Timmy slept
    Jennie started getting things set for the doctor's visit the next day.
    She went through her closet and found an old tote bag. She thought to
    herself, "this will do for a diaper bag for now." She went to Timmy's
    room and got three diapers out of what was left of the bag and put them
    in the bag along with a change of clothes. She then found her purse and
    retrieved the pacifier. "Only three diapers left," she said to herself.
    "We'll need to stop by the store tomorrow after we get done at the
    doctors and buy some more maybe some extra things as well."
    	After eating her supper Timmy woke up and started crying. As
    Jennie went into the living room. Timmy was sitting up crying. As
    motherly instinct took over she went over to him and picked him up,
    patting his back, asking, "What's wrong, honey? Mommy's here."
    	Through his cries Timmy was asking for his daddy. She could not
    hold it back any longer. She, too, started to cry, but soon came out of
    it and got Timmy to calm down. She then asked if he was hungry as she
    had saved some supper for him. He said, "no, mommy, me not hungry,"0 in
    kind of a baby talk, so she took him to his room and laid him down on
    the bed to change him.
    	As he had wet and pooped in his diaper while asleep she cleaned
    Timmy up. She said to herself, "this is the third time you have
    pooped." The wetting she understood, but why was he now pooping without
    saying anything to her? As she put a clean diaper on him Timmy was
    staring at his mommy with a half grin on his face. He started  kicking
    his legs and giggling at his mommy, so she started to tickle his tummy.
    As he continued to move around this made it a bit hard for Jennie to
    diaper him but she knew he needed the attention, so she played along.
    Finally she got the diaper on him and she continued to play around with
    Timmy like she did when he was a toddler.
    	Later that evening it was time for Timmy to get a bath and get
    ready for bed. After Timmy's bath and clean diaper she took him to bed
    and tucked him in, kissing him good night. After a couple of hours more
    she to went to bed thinking of what the doctor might be able to tell
    her about her son's condition and why he was regressing like he is.
    Soon she drifted off to sleep herself.
    	As the alarm clock went off she got up and took her a shower
    after checking in on Timmy, still sound asleep. After her shower and
    getting dressed she had a cup of coffee. "My, look at the time," she
    said. "Gotta go get Timmy up for the day." so into Timmy's room she
    went.
    	"Wake up, honey, wake up. It's time to get up," she said as she
    rubbed his tummy. Timmy drew his legs up to the infant pose and started
    to giggle. "Okay, honey, it's time to get you ready for the doctor
    visit today." She pulled his PJ's down to change his diaper that was
    soaked. After putting a clean one on she asked Timmy, "What do you want
    to wear today, Timmy?" Timmy waddled over to his dresser and picked out
    his Ninja Turtle shirt and a blue pair of shorts and socks. He waddled
    back over to his bed and started trying to put his shirt on. Jennie
    could see he was having some trouble, so she helped getting Timmy
    dressed.
    	"Thanks mommy. Breakfast, mommy, what's for breakfast>"
    	"Well, Timmy, I thought we'd stop and get something to eat on the
    way to the doctor's office."
    	"Okay mommy," Timmy said. As Timmy played around some Jennie had
    another cup of coffee. She looked at the clock and said to herself,
    "time to go." She grabbed the diaper bag, or the old tote bag. She
    scooped up Timmy in her arms and said, "time to go, hon."
    	So off they went. After stopping for something to eat they were
    at the doctor's office. After checking in she started to go set down,
    but Timmy ran over to the toddler play area and started playing with
    the toys. Jennie sat down in that section of the waiting room. Not long
    after she sat down she heard "Timmy Brown, Timmy Brown." As Jennie went
    over to Timmy he did not want to go. He wanted to continue to play so
    she bent over and picked Timmy up to go back. Timmy held onto a toy he
    was playing with as Jennie tried to get him to let go of it. The nurse
    said, "it's okay, he can bring it back."
    	So back they went to the examination room where the nurse told
    Timmy to undress down to his underwear. As Timmy was still playing with
    his toy he paid no attention, but Jennie said, "Okay, I'll get him
    ready." As the nurse left the room Jennie told Timmy she had to undress
    him, so she hoisted him up to the exam table and got him to lay back as
    she took off his shoes and shorts, then his shirt. He was still playing
    with the toy now in just his diaper. The nurse and the doctor came into
    the room the nurse looked a bit surprised to see Timmy in a diaper, but
    the doctor said, "still having those accidents I see. Well, how we
    doing, Mrs. Brown?"
    	"Okay," Jennie said as she placed Timmy back up on the table and
    took the toy away. Timmy got a bit upset at this.
    	"Now, Timmy, the doc needs to take a look at you for a moment,"
    Jenny said as the doc looked Timmy over—temperature ,blood pressure,
    etc. Jennie asked the doctor if he could tell her why Timmy was having
    these wetting accidents and also told him that he had started pooping
    his diaper, also. The doctor told Timmy he needed to get some X-rays
    done and an MRI. He asked Timmy if he would go with the nurse and let
    her get some pictures taken of his tummy. Timmy looked over at his
    mommy saying mommy and said, "okay, mommy?"
    	"Yes, honey, it's okay go with the nurse. I'll be here when you
    get back."
    	The nurse took Timmy be the hand and handed him the toy back they
    left the room, the doctor said, "Mrs. Brown?"
    	"No, doctor, you can call me Jennie."
    	"Jennie, if what I'm thinking is true, I'll know by the X-rays
    and the MRI results if it is, I think that Timmy's bladder has not
    caught up with Timmy growth and is still as small as that of a
    toddler's and therefore he can't hold it as long as most kids his age,
    not to say that there are some kids even older than Timmy that also
    have this problem as well. As far as the pooping accidents, you said
    that Timmy seems to be regressing, and to tell you from what I've seen
    today, I would tend to believe you. I could refer you to see another
    doctor that deals with this type of behavior.
    	Jennie eyes welled up with tears as she told the doctor that her
    husband was killed in an auto accident four month ago and that she
    thought that this might be some of the reason that Timmy was behaving
    like he is.
    	I think you might be right, Mrs. Brown. I'm sorry to hear that
    you lost your husband. Just then Timmy ran into the room over to his
    mommy's lap and climbed up into her arms as the nurse said, "I think he
    wet ma'am." Jennie looked down at Timmy's diaper. "Sure enough, soaked
    again," she thought as the doctor put the x-rays up and the RMI film up
    to look at them. He said, "just as I thought. See, Mrs. Brown, you can
    see Timmy's bladder is quite small for his age and it seems from these
    MRI films that there is some concern. I see that the nerves that
    control the bladder have not quite developed like they should. I think
    this is why Timmy is having the wetting problem, and in my best opinion
    I think Timmy will always have this problem without having surgery to
    correct it."
    	"Okay, Doctor, but what about the pooping and his regression?"
    	"Well, Mrs. Brown, you said he lost his father just four months
    ago. I think that Timmy is regressing. This is a way of dealing with
    the loss of not having his dad around, and as I said I can refer you to
    another doctor I know who deals with this. As for now with the wetting,
    I can only recommend the operation that might help. It's not 100%
    guaranteed that it will work, but it is at least worth a try if you
    want to try it. But I would recommend that you keep Timmy in diapers
    for now unless you want to deal with wet sheets and clothes for a long
    time, or until you make a decision about the operation. And yes, I know
    that this might also be playing a role in his regressing, but I think
    that for now it's just best that you go along and not try to, well,
    let's say, snap him out of it. That might do more harm than good. Now
    here's the name and number of the doctor that I am referring you to for
    the regression. You can get Timmy changed and I'll set you up another
    appointment in four months. It will be at the checkout desk on the way
    out."
    	"Okay, thanks, Doctor," Jennie said as he and the nurse left the
    room. Jennie started to cry as she was changing Timmy's diaper thinking
    of what the doc had just told her about her son and the part about her
    husband. After getting Timmy re-dressed they walked out to the checkout
    desk, paid for the visit and got the appointment for the next time and
    left the office. On the way home Jennie stopped by the store to shop
    for some more diapers and other things. This time Timmy was eager to go
    in with his mommy to look at things, hoping that she would buy him some
    toys. As they shopped Jennie picked up two large pack of Pampers size 6
    as Timmy was still small enough for them to fit good. Then she got a
    real diaper bag, some bottles, some cloth diapers and rubber pants,
    then over to the clothes she tried to pick out the things that looked
    more like toddler clothes that would fit. She even picked out a car
    seat that would fit Timmy's size so he could stay upright when he fell
    asleep in the car. After buying all the things needed to take care of
    her baby she said to herself, "Oh man, now I'm thinking as though Timmy
    is a baby. Well, the doctor said it was best for now that I do."
    	She had someone from the store help her carry all of it out to
    the car. She placed the car seat up front on the passenger side and
    placed Timmy in it. She buckled him in and handed him a toy to play
    with. On the way home she thought that it did not seem to faze Timmy
    that he was in a car seat at all. He seemed to think nothing of it,
    sucking on pacifier and playing with his toys. Jennie drove home, at
    last. She got Timmy out of the car and into the house she took Timmy to
    his room. She changed his diaper and let him play while she unloaded
    the car. She then placed all the things they had bought in Timmy's
    room. She looked at Timmy, thinking of what he must be going through
    and that whatever it took to help him get through it she would do
    without question. She picked Timmy up, holding him like she did when he
    was a toddler, thinking to herself that it felt good to be able to have
    a son, a baby to take care of again, not knowing that down the line
    that this would also help her with her grief as well. Then it hit her--
    what about school? Timmy was to start the first grade in two months.
    What was she going to do about that, she thought as Timmy held onto his
    mommy cooing at her touch.

    Part Five

    As the evening wore on Jennie started putting up all the things that
    she had bought earlier when she was in Timmy's room, and as Timmy
    played Jennie started putting the things in place that she would need
    to take care of Timmy's needs. Finally done, Jennie looked down at
    Timmy playing on the floor. Timmy noticed his mom looking at him and
    stopped playing with his toy and held up his arms wanting to be picked
    up, so Jennie went over and picked up Timmy and sat down on the bed
    holding Timmy. She asked Timmy if he was ready for some supper, Timmy
    piped up, saying, "eat, mommy, me eat."
    	As Jennie held her son she noticed he was wet and decided to
    change his diaper before getting supper ready. As she changed his
    diaper she thought to herself how to handle her son's current state of
    regression and remembered what the doctor had said, that it would be
    best to just go along with it for now. so she made up her mind. She
    said, "all done, honey."
    	She placed Timmy on the floor. She stood up and started out of
    the room. She noticed that Timmy, instead of walking out of the room
    with her, had gotten down to a crawling position and was crawling out
    of the room behind his mommy. At the supper table Jennie noticed how
    Timmy was eating and how much of a mess he was making, so she scooted
    her chair closer to Timmy and started helping Timmy put the food in his
    mouth. Timmy did not object to this at all, as Jennie thought to
    herself, "well, I guess for now I'll just feed you like a baby."
    	During supper Jennie told Timmy that she was going to ask a
    friend over that had a son also, and if he minded. Timmy did not say
    anything to this, so after cleaning Timmy off and doing this dishes,
    Jennie got on the phone and called her friend.
    	"Sure, hon, I'll be glad to come over."
    	"What time?"
    	"Now would be good," Jennie said. After she tried to explained to
    her friend what was going on with Timmy she told her friend she thought
    it would be good for Timmy to have someone to play with and she needed
    someone to talk with also.
    	"Sure, I'll be right over."
    	Jennie got off the phone and went into the living room where
    Timmy was playing. She said, "my friend is coming over, honey, and she
    is bringing her son over to play with you, is that okay, honey?"
    	Timmy got a deep look on his face and just said, "okay, mommy, I
    play, I play."
    	While watching some TV the doorbell rang and this startled Timmy
    and he crawled behind the chair while he watched his mommy opened the
    door and let her friend in. The first thing Timmy noticed was this
    other lady was carrying her son. He waited until they were in and she
    placed her son down on the floor. Timmy kept peering out from behind
    the chair, looking at this kid with the pacifier in his mouth, as he
    just sat there.
    	"How are you doing, hon?" the lady asked his mom as Timmy just
    looked on.
    	"Well, we're doing okay as far as things go."
    	Just then Timmy crawled out from behind the chair stood up and
    ran over to his mommy and hid behind her leg while holding on to her.
    	"Is this Timmy?" the lady standing there asked. "Hi, little
    fella. This is Brandon. This is my little boy," she said as she bent
    down to pick her son up.
    	"Would you like to play while me and your mommy talk for a
    while?"
    	"It's okay, Timmy," Jennie said while pulling Timmy out from
    behind her. She was thinking that maybe this would put Timmy at ease.
    As she placed Timmy in front of her the other lady sat Brandon down in
    front of Timmy so that the two boys could get to know each other."
    	"Deb, I sure am glad you came. Let's let these two get to know
    each other while you and I have some coffee and just talk a while."
    	Timmy got down on all fours and crawled over to Brandon to play.
    As Brandon sat there sucking his thumb Timmy offered up the toy he had
    in his hand. Brandon reached out to take it. Jennie said, "well now,
    looks like these two will get along just fine. How about we take them
    to Timmy's room while we sit and talk."
    	"Okay," Deb said as she picked up Brandon to take him to Timmy's
    room. Right away the two boys took to playing with the many toys Timmy
    had on the floor in his room. The two ladies stood there in the doorway
    looking on and they looked at each other. Jennie said, "let's go and
    get some coffee. I'm sure they'll be alright."
    	"Okay," Deb said as they walked out of the room. While in the
    living room Jennie explained to Deb what the doctors had told her about
    Timmy's behavior and about his medical condition, and that she had
    called her to come over with her son, and how she thought that it would
    be good for Timmy to have a friend to play with, someone that would not
    think it strange of her son being seven and in diapers and being the
    way he was.
    	Deb said, "hon, I think that you are doing the right thing with
    Timmy. It must be hard for both of you, what with Bill not being around
    now. If there's anything I can do to help, please feel free to ask."
    	As the evening went on it came time for Deb and Brandon to leave.
    The two went back to Timmy's room to find the two boys still playing
    with the toys. As Deb picked up Brandon Timmy started saying, "go
    mommy, go, me play, me play!"
    	"It's time for Brandon to go, honey," Jennie said as she picked
    up Timmy to comfort him. She knew Timmy wanted to keep playing with his
    new friend.
    	"I'll see you tomorrow," Deb said as the two carried the two boys
    to the door.
    	"Bye, Brandon," Timmy said as Jennie was holding him.
    	"Bye-bye," Brandon said as Jennie closed the door. Timmy hugged
    his mommy's neck, saying, "Come back! Come back!"
    	"Yes, honey, they will come back. You like playing with Brandon,
    honey?"
    	"Yes, mommy, me like play, me like."
    	"Good, hon, now it's time to get you ready for bed, but first
    your bath."
    	"Okay, mommy, okay."
    	As Jennie carried Timmy back to his room to get him ready for his
    bath she smelled the fact that Timmy had just pooped his diaper. While
    cleaning him off Timmy started to giggle and move around a lot in
    anticipation of his bath, as he knew this was also playtime with his
    mommy. After his bath and a fresh diaper Jennie laid Timmy on the couch
    to get his new jammies on him and a new sleeper. Timmy looked so cute,
    Jennie thought to herself.
    	After getting Timmy in his jammies she told him to stay right
    there, as she had something else for him. She walked into the kitchen
    and got a bottle and warmed it up. Holding it behind her, she walked
    back to the living room where Timmy was still on the couch. She sat
    down and picked up Timmy and held him in her lap like she had done
    years ago. As Timmy was looking up at his mommy Jennie placed the
    bottle up to Timmy's lips to see how he would react. Timmy opened his
    mouth as Jennie slipped the nipple in. Timmy began to suck on the
    bottle slowly while Jennie rocked Timmy. Soon, the bottle was empty and
    Timmy was sound asleep. Jennie gently carried Timmy to his bed and gave
    him his pacifier and watched as Timmy drooled over on his stomach and
    drew his legs up under his body like he did when he was a baby. Jennie
    placed the covers over him, kissed him on the head, turned on the night
    light and left to go to her room for the evening. While drifting off to
    sleep herself, she could not stop thinking how good it was to have
    someone to talk with this evening and how well Timmy took to playing
    with Brandon, knowing that Brandon was still a toddler and Timmy was,
    well, a toddler, too, for now.
    	"Maybe things will work out in the long run," Jennie thought as
    off to sleep she drifted.

    Part Six

    	As the new day broke Jennie got up to make her a cup of coffee.
    While at the table drinking her coffee she heard a faint cry like a
    baby crying. "No," she thought to herself. Then the cry got louder and
    then she realized it was Timmy. She put down her coffee cup and went
    upstairs to Timmy's room to find him sitting up in bed sucking his
    thumb and crying. As she went over to her son she sat on the edge of
    the bed, pulling him close to her.
    	"What's wrong honey? What's wrong?" As Timmy placed his arms
    around his mommy's neck she could tell right away his diaper had leaked
    out onto his sleeper and he was cold. "Oh, honey, it's okay, let's get
    you out of those wet clothes."
    	As she placed him on the changing table, Timmy continued sucking
    his thumb while Jennie undid his sleeper to reveal a very wet diaper.
    As she undid the tapes of the diaper and pulled down the front of the
    diaper she told Timmy that tonight she would use the cloth diaper and
    rubber pants and that this should not leak on him. She also noticed
    that his little pee pee was standing straight up.
    	"My my, you must be cold," she said as she started to wipe his
    diaper area off. Timmy giggled when she was cleaning the front of his
    diaper area, saying, "that tickles, mommy, that tickles."
    	Jennie did not know what to think at first. Then it hit her,
    after all, Timmy was seven and things like this happen to little boys
    his age, even though he was as a toddler in his mind, his body was
    still growing. So, as she oiled and powdered him and put a clean diaper
    on she could not help but notice that he still had a little stiffie in
    the front of his diaper. As she placed a T-shirt on him she picked him
    up and carried him downstairs for some breakfast. As she fed him a jar
    of baby food he did not seem to mind at all that it was baby food. He
    ate it all down, then Jennie gave him a bottle of juice and told him to
    go play in the living room while she cleaned up. As Timmy toddled off
    to the living room Jennie thought how nice it was to be able to have
    her baby back and of all the wonderful things that they could do
    together. But, she also thought that someday he might come out of being
    like this and go back to being her seven year old son instead of her
    baby. Then she started thinking of how she could keep her little baby
    forever. After cleaning up, Jennie went into the living room to find
    Timmy lying on the floor happily drinking his bottle with his feet up
    in the air and the smell hit her.
    	"Did Timmy go poo poo in him diapie?" she said. As she went to
    get the changing pad and a new diaper Timmy started to crawl around. As
    he got to the couch and started to climb up on it some of his diaper
    contents leaked out on to the couch. Just then, Jennie came back into
    the room.
    	"Oh, honey ,you did make a big poo poo! Let's get you changed and
    clean up this mess," she said, as she was cleaning Timmy off. She
    asked, "Do you want to be mommy's baby, really, want to be mommy's
    baby?"
    	"Me baby, me baby, mommy's baby," he said. As she placed a clean
    diaper under Timmy's bottom she tickled his tummy and said, "you can be
    mommy's baby as long as you want." She then taped the diaper in place
    and stood Timmy up and patted his butt.
    	"Now go play while I clean off the couch," she said while
    cleaning the couch, and watching Timmy play she thought of how she
    would be able to keep her little baby boy forever. The wheels of
    thought were now in motion and soon she would have a plan that would
    allow her to keep Timmy her baby boy forever...

    Part Seven

    	The following morning Jennie was up early. After a few cups of
    coffee she noticed that she had not heard a sound out of Timmy as yet,
    so she went up to his room to find her son still sleeping with his
    pacifier still getting a workout. Instead of waking him up she went
    over to the rocking chair and sat back to take it all in. There lay her
    son who now did not have his daddy now and as she sat she thought what
    to do. School was going to start soon and Timmy was to be in the first
    grade but she knew that the way things were at this point there was no
    way he was even closer to wanting to go to school.
    	As Timmy started to squirm around Jennie went to get a bottle of
    milk. When she returned to Timmy's room he was just lying there looking
    around his crib. Jennie went over to pick Timmy up and went over to the
    chair. With Timmy resting in her lap she placed the warm bottle to his
    lip and he began to suck. Rocking back and forth humming to herself she
    was thinking of her plan to keep things the way they were as long as
    she could. As she knew that this is what she wanted or needed right now
    giving all her love and attention to Timmy was the most important thing
    to her right now. After Timmy finished the bottle while still holding
    him. Jennie sort of picked him up to her shoulder and tried to burp
    him. To her surprise, he did burp but also she noticed a lump starting
    to form in the seat of his sleeper. Timmy started to cry softly.
    	"It's okay, hon. Mommy will change you." As she carried him over
    to the bed she removed his sleeper and undid the diaper to reveal a
    soaked and messy diaper. While getting Timmy cleaned off, Timmy
    continued to suck on his pacifier, looking all around like everything
    was normal in his world. As Jennie was cleaning off his pee pee she
    noticed it started to stand up. As Timmy was getting an erection yet he
    was paying no mind to the fact. Jennie knew that this was a part of a
    young boy growing up. She wondered how to put an end to this and to his
    body as a whole from continuing to grow. She new someday he would be
    too big for her to carry or put in a car seat or feed him bottles of
    milk. She also knew that one day something other than pee pee would be
    coming out of his little penis.
    	As she placed a new diaper on and a onesie she let him down off
    the bed. And they both headed downstairs to watch TV, or in Timmy's
    case, to play with his toys that were right where he had left them.
    Jennie decided to call Connie while Timmy played. She asked Connie if
    she could bring Tommy over to play with Timmy and baby sit while she
    ran and did some shopping. After Connie arrived Tommy and Timmy went
    off to playing. While in the living room Jennie explained the feelings
    that she was having about Timmy and wanting to keep him little. That
    since Robert had passed away Timmy has regressed and seems to depend on
    her for everything. In essense, he has regressed to being between a
    baby and a toddler and that this was helping her not to grieve so much
    on not having Robert around, although she still misses him so deeply.
    Timmy, being like he is, has helped in her being able to cope with her.
    Their loss. The doctors said, "he will out grow it someday and he will
    get over his grief and life will go on."
    	"But Connie, I just want to have my baby to depend on me and love
    me so that I can give the attention and love he needs right now."
    	The doctors said, "for right now,  go along with Timmy's
    behavior."
    	"I just thought I would do it all the way. That's why I would
    like for you to stay and look after Timmy while I go shopping. So I can
    re do his room back to when he was a baby a crib changing table the
    works."
    	"Sure, hon. You go ahead. I make sure these two have fun while
    you're out. I have a few things at home that I'll bring over later that
    will fit right in. As Jennie walked out the door Timmy was too busy to
    notice that his mommy had left. As Jennie got into her car and headed
    off she thought where would be the best place to go to get the things
    she wanted. Of course a baby store, she thought, but where to get a
    crib for an eight year old.

    Part Eight

    	As Jennie entered the store a lot of things went through her
    mind. She went right to the baby section, where she retrieved some more
    bottles powder and other things. She then looked around the place to
    see if she could find a clerk that worked this section. As she found
    the lady that was stocking the diaper shelf, Jennie stopped and asked
    the lady if she knew where she might find a crib for a child that was
    about the size of an eight year old. As the clerk got a funny look on
    her face Jennie started to tell her that it was for her son who had
    outgrown the baby crib she had, and that she was also looking for
    diapers bigger than the size six that they had on the shelf.
    	The clerk asked Jennie if her son was mentally or physically
    handicapped. Just for a moment Jennie did not know how to respond to
    the question. Then she just stated mentally. The clerk asked Jennie on
    what age level he is.
    	"Oh, I'm sorry his name is Timmy."
    	"Okay," said the clerk. Jennie told the clerk that her son was at
    the stage of a two year old.
    	"Okay," the clerk said. Then Jennie told the clerk that she and
    Timmy just lost his dad a while back and that Timmy had regressed back
    to being a baby. She had taken him to see a doctor about it and that
    the doctor thought that it would be best to go along with her son's
    behavior for now, rather than try and make him conform to what most
    people would think an eight year old should act like.
    	"Oh, I see," said the clerk, "well, I can help you with the crib
    and the diapers. If you'll wait here a moment I'll be right back with a
    book that you can order those things from, or you can go to their
    website and order it off the net if you'd like."
    	"Okay," Jennie said.
    	"I'll be right here when you get back." Off the clerk went.

    (part two at the store to come)