When you open your eyes, you look around the small nursery. Since there are no windows, it’s hard to tell what time it is.The nursery door opens and your caregiver walks in.
“Hey little one, how are you doing?” He coos as he picks you up. He carries you over to the changing table and lays you down. Your diaper was wet again, but you don’t remember wetting it.
“No.” You mumble through your pacifier, kicking your legs.
“Calm down bubba, you can’t stay in a wet diaper.” He says, preparing to change your diaper. He gets out the supplies he needs and removes your onesie. You squirm a bit at the cold air, but he holds a hand on your tummy and settles you down. He removes the wet diaper and wipes you clean, sprinkling baby powder on you and sliding a new diaper under your bum. He pulls it up between your legs and tapes it shut. He picks you up and pats your bum, making you blush.
You hate being treated like a baby, but you have to admit that you feel much more comfy and better now. You snuggle into your caregiver’s chest and suck on your pacifier.
“Okay little one, I’m gonna put you down and get your baba.” He coos, putting you back in your crib. He leaves the room and you sit and think. You’re still getting interaction, not much, but he’s talked to you a lot. Maybe terell was being dramatic about his experience in the isolation nursery. Yeah, that was it.
When your caregiver returns, he picks you up and sits in the rocking chair. He holds the bottle to your mouth and you open, accepting the bottle. You drink the formula, feeling comfortable as the warm milk soothes your throat.
When your bottle is empty, your caregiver puts you up to his shoulder and burps you. You’re still sleepy, so you close your eyes and try to fall back asleep. Your caregiver picks you up and lays you back in your crib, ruffling your hair. He walks out of the room and closed the door.
A little bit later, you open your eyes again and look around. You hear footsteps and sit up, thinking it’s your caregiver. It’s terell.
“What are you doing in here? You’ll get busted, dude.” You say, your pacifier falling out of your mouth. Terell holds a finger to his lips, and you stop talking.
“I don’t have a lot of time. All the caregivers are busy, but this is really important.” He whispers.
“What?” You ask, worried.
“Cameron, they want to move you into the newborn nursery.” He says. Your eyes go wide. Terell looks with sad eyes at you. “I’m so sorry, Cameron.” He says.
You’re shocked, and have no clue what to say.
“I just don’t know what I did. Was I that bad? I’m sure the other boys have been riled up…” you mutter. You look down sadly and start to tear up.
You hear footsteps and assume that terell is leaving, until another voice is heard.
“What are you doing in here? You’re not supposed to leave the nursery.” Says a different caregiver. He picks terell up and carries him out of the isolation nursery.
Your caregiver comes in a minute later and looks down at you.
“Hey bubba, what’s the matter?” He croons, scooping you up. You cry into his shoulder. You don’t want to be treated like a newborn, that would be worse than being a six month old.
“No nursery, daddy.” You whimper, without even knowing you said it. He holds you closer.
“What do you mean?” He asked softly. He rubs your back and tries to get you to elaborate, but you can hardly talk.
“Not newbown.” You cry, hiding your face in his shoulder. He rocks you and kissed the top of your head.
“It’s alright kiddo, you’re gonna be fine. We need to see what age you regress to, so after your time in here, you’re going to stay with the other newborns.” He coos. He sits on the rocking chair and rocks back and forth, and you slowly calm down. When you stop crying, you just lean against your caregiver.
“Where’s terell?” You ask quietly.
“That’s not important, bubba. You don’t need to know that.” He said. He put your pacifier back in your mouth and holds you close, rubbing your back comfortingly.
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