Lucy woke abruptly. She looked at the clock on her night stand :06.47am earlier than she normally woke up, it was the summer holidays so she didn’t have school. She thought for a moment about what could have woken her, at that point she felt an unusual feeling that was becoming all to common. The bed was wet. Soaked even. She jumped out of bed in a panic and pulled the covers back. It was just as she feared the entire bed was drenched.
Amanda heard her daughter crying from her bedroom, the walls were thin and her room was next to Lucy’s. As she entered Lucy’s bedroom she knew instantly what the issue was. The bedding had been pulled off and now lay heaped in a pile near the door. Lucy was sat on the floor with her back resting against the bed her head tucked into her knees sobbing quietly. She took a seat next to her daughter and decided the best thing she could do was to sit there and give her daughter a cuddle.
After around 5 minutes Lucy pulled away and looked at her mom, her eyes puffy, tears steaming down her cheeks.“mom why is this happening to me? I’m almost 13! I shouldn’t be wetting the bed I’m nearly a teenager.” Amada looked at her daughter and wiped a fresh tear from her eye, “it’s not your fault darling, the doctor said its nothing to worry about, we have another appointment later this week, let’s get you cleaned up and go get some breakfast. Your sister will no doubt be up soon”.
The events of the morning seemed almost like a bad dream, Lucy had taken her moms advice and put the bedwetting incident to the back of her mind while she sat watching videos on the ipad eating the bacon, eggs and French toast her mom had made for breakfast. Her sister, Elle was sat next to her at the table. She was only 8 but was already as tall as Lucy. She didn’t mind being small, it made it easier in school to be overlooked sometimes.
Amanda watched the girls while drinking her morning coffee. Lucy had begged her not to tell Elle about her accidents, she had obviously agreed. She didn’t want Lucy being anymore embarrassed than she was. She had of course told her dad who had been nothing but supportive. He worked for a special branch of the government dedicated to tornado and sever weather cases. It was his job to predict and warn people where any natural disaster could strike. She smiled as she watched the girls laughing at some silly joke on the tablet. She sighed and put her now empty coffee cup down. “Lucy, give me a hand finding my purse please, I think its upstairs” she flashed a smile at Elle and started upstairs.
Lucy jumped down from the stool she had been sat at and headed upstairs after her mom. Elle was still watching the tablet and didn’t pay her any notice. As she got to the top of the stairs she called her mom to find her not In her own bedroom as expected but sat on Lucy’s freshly made bed.
"Come here baby, we need to have a quick talk about these nighttime oopsies "
Lucy’s heart felt like it had fell into her stomach at the mention of her nighttime incontinence. She felt the tears start to swell in her eyes again and looked at the floor as she walked slowly to her bed - the new enemy - and sat next to her mom. “I’m so sorry mom I don’t-” her mom cut her short as she pulled her into a tight hug, “it’s OK sweetie, it’s not your fault you have nothing to be sorry for, but well I think we need to talk about protection” as she finished her sentence she let go of Lucy and pulled a tightly wrapped bag from her back and placed it on Lucy’s legs.
Diapers! She wanted her to wear diapers! How was this fair? “Mom I’m sorry il stop I promise please don’t make me wear a diaper!” Amanda looked at her daughter and felt her hear tear for her, she pulled her in close and spoke softly to her now sobbing daughter “Lucy it’s not a punishment baby, I would never do that to you, these aren’t diapers they are pulled, see?” She took the pack from Lucy and turned it around to show a girl of about 14 laying on a bed with a big smile. The pack stated they were for ages 8 to 16 years. “Lots of kids have problems every now and again baby me and your dad just think you would be happier and more comfortable waking up in a dry bed instead of having to change your bedding everyday” Lucy sobbed into her mother’s chest and gave her a squeeze “how about you just try them for a night or 2 and see how you feel then?” Amanda pulled herself away from her daughter only slightly and looked into her bright blue eyes now cloudy and wet, she pushed a lock of soft blonde hair out of Lucy’s eyes and continued “if you really don’t like them we will do whatever we can baby, but don’t you think your sister will start wondering why your bedding is changed so often? At least with a pulled your pyjamas will hide any accidents and nobody ever needs to find out”
Lucy stared at the pack of pullups lay in the middle of her bed. Was she really going to wear one? Could she? She was nearly a teenager! She picked the pack up and turned it over in her hands, almost without thinking she opened the top and pulled one out. It was soft. Very soft. And it had a sweet babyish smell to it. She smiled remembering when her sister had been in diapers and how much fun they had together. The truth was they were still very close and played together frequently but Lucy was older now and enjoyed a bit of “grownup time” she picked the pack up and the pullup she had taken out and stuffed them into her bedside table draw. She would deal with it later.
Lucy opened her eyes to see her mom gently shaking her awake, “baby go get changed quickly shhhhh” it took a moment for Lucy to realise what had happened. She must have fallen asleep on the sofa while watching TV, she placed a hand on her trousers. They were wet. Very wet. She could see Elle on the floor infront of the other sofa playing a game on the family tablet, she got up quickly and rushed upstairs before Elle could turn around. She rushed into her room pulled her pants of and sat on the floor knees tucked into her chin and cried. Her wet underwear still clinging to her skin, tight, cold and uncomfortable.
Amanda felt awful for her eldest daughter, she didn’t know what she could do to help, she grabbed the cushion and lifted it from the sofa, “oh! I’m so clumsy at times, can’t even drink without spilling it everywhere!” Elle looked at her mom who was walking to the laundry room with the obviously soaked cushion chuckled a little and went back to her game.