- Do you know the fairy tale about the kolobok? - Mum asked me, sitting down next to the children's book in her hands.

Mom began to read a thin children's book. Of course, I knew the fairy tale about the kolobok. But still I listened, as if enchanted, her voice — so gentle and gentle, that what was happening also seemed like a sweet fairy tale.

- Close your eyes and sleep, - mom smiled to me, having read the book to the end.

Carefully straightening my blanket, my mother patted my hair and kissed my cheek. After that, she left the room, quietly closing the door behind him. Lying on my back, I wondered if I liked the new role. With the exception of children's procedures, which I was still very shy about, I definitely enjoyed being a baby. Exactly what I wanted - a carefree childhood. With a gentle, caring and dazzlingly beautiful mom.

With these thoughts, I fell asleep. At first, I had good dreams, but then they were replaced by a real nightmare — like bad people trying to take me away from my new mom. I woke up, trembling with fear, and opened my eyes. Darkness only intensified fear. My adult brain understood that these children's fears were absurdly absurd, but I still could not calm down. Unable to control my fear, I roared loudly, calling for my mother.

- What happened, little hare? - she asked anxiously, having come running to me in half a minute, - What is bothering my Sasha? Wet diaper?

Throwing back my blanket, my mother felt me ​​between my legs.

“Like dry,” she said, puzzled.

Mom took me out of bed. Sitting in her arms, I felt completely safe.

- Do not cry, - she said gently - -. Mom is here. She is always there.

The next moment I had a pacifier in my mouth.

- Goodbye, goodbye. Sleep, Sashulya, go to sleep, - my mother began to hum tenderly, shaking me in her arms.

My eyelids were heavy and I felt that I was falling asleep. But as soon as my mother put me in the crib and was about to leave, fear returned to me again. I roared loudly because I did not want to let her go.

“Well, what am I to do with you?” Mom sighed, again taking me out of the bed.

This time, my mother did not begin to rock me, but simply carried me into her bedroom and put her in bed there, slipped under the covers herself. Feeling my mother’s body next to me, I pressed tightly against him, hugging my mother with both hands. Now I was sure that no one could take me away from her. The rest of the night I had only good dreams.

The next day was even better than the first. My second childhood was so cool that I just forgot about my adult life. A prestigious job, a cottage, a garage filled with expensive toys — it all seemed so far away and completely unnecessary. I didn’t care a bit what would happen to them, because I now had much more - a loving mother.

A week has passed. I was completely used to my new mom and was not ashamed of child procedures anymore. And I slowly began to talk. True, only simple words like “ma-ma”, “la-la” and “ka-sha” have succeeded so far.

The second week of my new childhood began with a cold. First, my mother treated me with home remedies - compresses and mustard plasters, but the temperature did not subside, and in the end my mother called the children's clinic and called the doctor to the house. Lying in bed, I waited cautiously for the doctor's visit, because from childhood I was afraid of them.

The district pediatrician was not at all scary. She was very young - probably just finished medical school. I immediately liked the smiling woman in a white coat, although I was terribly shy of her.

“Well, show me the patient,” the doctor asked jokingly, entering the room after Mom.

Going to my bed, the doctor threw back the blanket and began to carefully examine me. I blushed, embarrassed by my diaper, which by this time was quite full. For some reason, my mom did not put on my pajama pants when I last changed the diaper.

- What's your name? - Affectionately asked the doctor.

“Sasa,” I said.

- You know what it is? - the doctor smiled, showing me the phonedoscope, - Now we will listen to you.

“It will probably be more convenient for you to examine the child on the table,” Mom suggested.

“Yeah,” the doctor agreed, looking back at our changing table, “It's lighter there, and you don't need to bend over.” By the way, do not keep the child in bed all day. He is now bed rest is not required.

Mom took me to the changing table.

- Thank you, - the doctor thanked me, taking my mother's place at the table.

Quickly taking off my shirt over my head, the doctor looked at my diaper in a strange way.

“I was just about to change Sasha's diaper,” my mother said guiltily.

“Then we will also remove this diaper,” the doctor decided, “So that it doesn’t bother us.”

I did not have time to come to my senses when the doctor freed me from the diaper, leaving me completely naked. Blushing deeply, I immediately covered myself between my legs.

- How old is he? - the doctor asked, - Probably there are no two?

“A year and ten months,” answered Mom.

“I have never seen such small shy before,” the doctor smiled, “Usually, on the contrary, they like to walk naked.

- Do not hide behind, - my mother said tenderly, parting my hands, - Who are you embarrassed here? The aunt-doctor must have seen so many naked boys of your age.

“And don’t say,” the doctor laughed. “I didn’t see anything new under Sasha’s diaper.”

Standing naked in front of the doctor, I wanted to fall into the ground from embarrassment. I got used to my mother for a week, but I was still embarrassed about the rest of the women. It was especially insulting that the doctor unceremoniously stripped me naked in the presence of my mother.

“Small rales in the bronchi,” the doctor frowned, listening to me in front and behind, “We'll have to prescribe antibiotics.”

After asking my mother for a teaspoon, the doctor checked my throat and said that he was fine. After that, she began to feel my belly.

“A pretty tight tummy,” said the doctor to her mom, “Have you had a baby for a long time?”

Embarrassed by the unceremonious question of the doctor, I blushed even more. I have long wanted more, but fearing that a doctor might come to us at any moment, I suffered a whole morning - I was embarrassed that an outsider would catch me in a dirty diaper.

“I haven’t walked today,” my mother replied, “He has been bad at all lately.

- It is necessary to ensure that the child has a regular stool, - the doctor said, - Let's get plenty of vegetables: cucumbers, tomatoes, carrots, cauliflower ... Everything that contains fiber.

“It seems to me that Sasha is changing her diet,” her mother said, “Not to mention how homemade food differs from what it was fed in the Children's House.”

- "Home baby?" - Surprised, the doctor raised her eyebrows.

“I took Sasha last week from there,” Mom explained.

- So you adopted him? - the doctor has guessed.

“Yeah,” Mom nodded. “It's a long story.” It is good that at least one baby was taken from there. Just awful what's going on there. Babysitters do not look at all. Diapers probably do not change in half a day. Would you see in what condition ... Read more →