Steadying yourself against the bars, you manage to stand up. After 15 minutes of struggle you manage to get one leg over the bar. You lean too far out of the cot, lose your balance and fall heavily to the floor.
You feel sore all over but don't seem to be injured. Getting onto your hands and knees, you mange to crawl to the door. You manage to pull yourself up to the doorknob but only confirm that it is still locked.
Looking around the room you realise that you don't have a next step to this plan. Sure, you're out of the cot but there's nothing else you can do. You can't even get back into the cot and pretend this escape attempt never happened.
After a while you feel your diaper begin to grow warm and damp. Obviously you're wetting yourself again.
An hour or two later, Mommy Susan comes in. "What are you doing out of your cot?" she asks, knowing that you can't answer. "Naughty girl. As punishment you can stay in your cot all day." She walks over to you and helps you into a standing position. "Do you need your diaper changed first?" She pats the crotch of your diaper. "Yep. Okay up on the changing table."
She helps you up then untapes your diaper and cleans you with baby-wipes. Next she fastens you into a new one before moving you back to your cot.
"Don't move." she warns you. "Next time you'll get worse than a time out."
She doesn't need to warn you. There's nothing to be gained by getting out of this cot.
"Here's your breakfast." she says, placing a baby-bottle next to. "Sleep tight." with that, she leaves.
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