enema

We started the morning in his favorite little outfit: a soft pastel blue onesie printed with tiny yellow duckies and white clouds. The fabric is that deliciously thick cotton that makes the most satisfying crinkle when he crawls. Underneath? A super thick disposable diaper with extra absorbency boosters and a cute little animal print that shows through just enough to make him blush. I slipped in his favorite pacifier, the silicone binkie with the teddy bear shield, between his lips and watched his cheeks hollow as he suckled happily. “Good boy,” I cooed, ruffling his hair. “Mommy’s baby looks so precious.” We played for hours. I scattered his chunky wooden blocks across the play mat and we built the wobbliest tower you’ve ever seen while his favorite crinkly stuffie, Mr. Snuggle Paws, supervised from the rocking chair. Every time he knocked the tower over he’d squeal around his binkie and clap those big hands like he’d just discovered gravity all over again. I changed him once into a fresh daytime cloth diaper, this one was a bright white with colorful ABC blocks and little choo choo trains marching across the landing zone. The tapes made that perfect loud rip that always makes him wiggle with excitement. I powdered him generously, gave his padded bottom a loving pat, and sent him toddling off to fetch his rattle. The way the diaper sagged and crinkled between his thighs was pure magic. Later, when I noticed my baby starting to get fussy and squirmy, you know that tell tale wiggle, I knew it was time for a special kind of care. “Come here, sweetie,” I said softly, guiding him to the changing table. “Mommy’s going to make you feel all clean and empty inside.” His eyes widened with that perfect mix of nervousness and eagerness as I laid him back on the soft vinyl pad. I slipped off the soaked train print diaper, wiped him gently, and reached for the enema kit we both love so much, the pretty pink bulb syringe with the long, smooth nozzle and the warm water I’d scented with just a hint of baby powder. I eased the nozzle in nice and slow into his bottom, whispering praise the whole time. “That’s it, baby… relax for Mommy… let me take care of everything.” The warm rush filled him and his cheeks flushed the prettiest pink. I rubbed his tummy in slow circles while the water did its work, watching the way his thick, padded legs kicked gently and his hands clutched at Mr. Snuggle Paws. He was trying so hard to be a good boy, but the little moans around his binkie gave him away. When the pressure built and he started to squirm and push against my hand, I could tell he was enjoying it a little too much. That tell tale hardness pressing against the fresh diaper I’d already slid under him, the way his hips rocked just the tiniest bit, my big baby was in […]