Back to the Cradle – Chapter Five
Without a doubt, the most humiliating thing about finding myself trapped in the body of a six month old baby girl was my complete inability to control my bodily functions. As soon as I woke up in the early morning light, I knew that I had both wet and soiled my nappy, and I quietly gurgled a little high pitched whine as I felt it squelching around my bottom. No wonder babies cry!
I lay there securely swaddled and unable to move, waiting to hear some sign of life in the house, and eventually I heard the sound of voices and movement. Shortly afterwards, the smell of cooking wafted up from the kitchen. and I longed for a plate of eggs and bacon. But I knew that there was little chance of that, especially since I had only a few tiny teeth that couldn’t possibly have coped with it, and a digestive system that demanded something very much more in keeping with my infant status.
Eventually, Sue came into the nursery and lowered the side of my cot. She looked down at me and smiled. ‘Good morning Emily’ she grinned, ‘I think I’d better call you Emily all the time from now on. My friends will think it a bit odd if I accidentally call you David, and anyway, you look like her. Now let’s get you up shall we?’ She pulled back the blanket and unwrapped the two sheets which had secured me so efficiently overnight. Then she removed my dress, socks and mittens before carrying me down to the bathroom and laying me on a towel on the floor while she removed my plastic baby pants and nappy. ‘Dere’s a good girl’ she said playfully with a chuckle, ‘Did oo do poo poos in your nappy? Well young lady, you’d better get used to it, because that’s how it’s going to be for quite a while to come now.’ With a grin she wiped my bottom clean before lowering me into the warm bath water. It seemed that a bath was going to be a frequent occurrence.
Much like the night before, she bathed me and dried me off, and then took me back to the nursery. Laying me down on my cot, she went to a chest of drawers and took out a fresh nappy and plastic pants, together with a pair of white ankle socks and a pair of black patent strap shoes. Then she opened the wardrobe door to reveal a row of tiny dresses in all sorts of colours. She went through them for a moment before taking out a white cotton baby dress. Much like the others, it was the standard very cute style worn by little girls the world over, with a peter pan collar, short puffed sleeves, a row of buttons fastened down the back, and a sash belt tied in a bow at the back. It too had a sweet smocking pattern across the front.
In a very short space of time I had a powdered bottom, was securely encased in my nappy and plastic pants, and was wearing my dress and shoes and socks. I was ready for the day. (Or so I thought). ‘Right’ said Sue, ‘Brekky time for you little girl.’ She picked me up and took me downstairs and into the kitchen. Alan was sitting at the kitchen table, and stood up as we came in. He looked at me and grinned. ‘Morning David’ he said. ‘Did you sleep well?’ Unthinkingly I went to make a sarcastic reply, but as I should have suspected, all I could manage was ‘Blub blub ubble ub!’ The two of them burst out laughing, and Alan picked up my baby reins from where they had been hanging on the kitchen door knob. Angela held me while he put my arms through the straps and fastened the buckles behind me. My high chair awaited me, and after swinging up the hinged food tray, Angela sat me down in the seat and clipped some restraining straps onto my reins to help keep me upright. Then she pulled down the food tray over me and locked it into position.
I won’t go into the finer details of my breakfast. It was more or less what I’d eaten the day before, and would be the same next time. And the next time. And the next, and so on and so on for the duration. Ugh. It wasn’t just the bland boredom of the food. It was the utter humiliation of being fed in such a way, helpless to feed myself, and having to suck on a baby’s bottle. And there was absolutely nothing I could do about it.
With breakfast over, Angela went out into the lounge, and came back with the pram. I wondered how much time I would be spending in it. She lifted up the high chair food tray, unfastened the restraining straps, and lifted me up. Then she laid me down in the pram and clipped the pram’s straps to my reins before tightening them so that I was securely held down flat on my back. Then she placed the pillow under my head. ‘There we are’ she smiled down at me, ‘Now you stay there where I can keep an eye on you while I clean up the breakfast things.’ She went across to the sink and began to wash up the breakfast things, while Alan wiped them and put them away.
Closing the crockery cupboard door, Alan looked at his watch and said ‘Right, well I must be off. We’ve got that meeting at nine o’clock sharp.’ He went out of the room for a couple of minutes, and came back with his coat on and his briefcase in hand. He kissed Angela goodbye, and then looked down at me and smiled. ‘Now you be a good little girl and I’ll see you tonight. Bye Emily.’ He gave an amused chuckle and went out into the hall. A moment later I heard the front door open and close and he was gone.
‘Now then’ said Sue, looking down at me, ‘Guess where we’re off to this morning?’ I’d rather not have been going anywhere. ‘Well’ she added, ‘We’re going round to see my friend Jennifer Turner. She hasn’t seen you (or rather the real Emily) for nearly a month, so she asked me to take you round to see her. What I find amusing is that she’s going to treat you as a sweet little baby girl and you won’t be able to say or do anything about it. I must say I find that rather amusing. Now I’ll just go and get ready and then we’ll be off.’ She went out of the room and left me there in my pram, helplessly contemplating what I knew was going to be a humiliating day.
A few minutes later, Sue came back into the kitchen wearing a red rubberised cotton mackintosh with a hood. She buttoned it up and fastened the belt tightly round her narrow waist. Then she placed a warm blanket over me and put the pram apron in place. She fastened the securing clips all the way round before putting up the pram hood and locking it in place. Then she raised the flap of the apron and secured it in place with the two elasticated loops which she attached to the pram hood locking levers at the side. She placed her handbag in the pram’s shopping basket and all was ready.
‘Off we go then’ she said smiling down at me under the pram hood. She released the brake, and started pushing me down the hall to the front door. She opened the door, pushed me outside over the threshold, and shut it before setting off down the path and out into the street.
The End of Back to the Cradle – Chapter Five.
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