Mark kept crying out his frustration and anger that night until he finally fell asleep from exhaustion. During the next few days, he tried to think of ways to get the coin back, but didn't see any for the time being. He didn't see the coin next to the changing table again and he had no idea where Mommy might have put it - and even if he had known, he wouldn't have been able to get it. He couldn't even crawl, and with the limited control he had over his hands, he'd probably not even have managed to pick the ring up if it was right next to him. He had almost no control over his body, he could just lie there kicking his legs and waving his arms meaninglessly, even lifting his head up was extremely hard. Often he cried in frustration, but Mommy had many ways to calm him down. She'd offer him her breast, and if he refused she'd rock him softly while singing to him in her beautiful voice, she'd put him in a baby wrap and carry him around next to her big soft warm body and sometimes, if nothing else helped she'd undress him and hold him next to her naked chest. Protected by her strong arms, feeling her warm soft skin with his own and hearing the regular rhythm of her heartbeat he'd remember why becoming a baby again was the best idea he'd ever had.
Soon Mark didn't really care about the coin any more. He was content with being a tiny infant who'd sleep most of the time and spend a big part of the rest drinking tasty milk from Mommy's breasts. Wherever she went, she'd take him along in the wrap, and though he couldn't see what was going on around him, he could mostly figure out where she went from the noise around them. She often met friends, mostly other young moms Mark didn't know, though there were some he remembered from when he was still her husband. Mark was the subject of most of her conversations with them, and he enjoyed to hear how happy his Mommy was with him despite her lack of sleep. Sometimes her friends told her how much they admired her for dealing with everything on her own as a single mom, and Mark could hear a kind of fierce pride in her answers.
Months passed, and Mark could feel himself growing bigger and stronger. First it was just Mommy's comments when she discovered he'd grown out of another cute onesie or needed a bigger diaper size, but soon he noticed himself as he could hold his head up and look around for much longer, he learned to roll over, sit without support and crawl. He loved his new mobility and crawled around the apartment as often as he could, looking for interesting things on the floor and forcing his Mommy to baby-proof every corner. He could have tried to look for his magical coin now, but he didn't try to - sometimes he remembered he hadn't always been a baby, but he enjoyed exploring his environment and playing with his toys, he knew he only needed to crawl to Mommy for hugs and kisses and milk - there was no need to change anything.
Until one day...