The baby experience turns out to be very helpful. Seeing how big and new the world looks through your current eyes and how strange trying to manipulate objects with your less developed appendages gives you all sorts of ideas for your writing. Maybe you should turn back now and start trying to jot some some down.
Before you can make your way over to the crib your new mother enters the room. You soon find yourself lifted off the ground.
"How's my little baby doing? Oh it smells like someone is in need of a diapy change!"
You do? You hadn't noticed using it but now you definitely feel the mess in your diaper. She carries you over and places you on the changing table, unbuttons the onesie, and rips off the soiled diaper. You squirm as she wipes you down, finding the cool wipe against your baby penis to be an especially strange sensation. Once that is done, she applies baby powder and tapes a new diaper closed. You could have done without that part of the baby experience but now she should put you down and you can get back to normal.
"There you go all clean! Now let's get you ready to go."
"Go?" You realize the pacifier is still in your mouth as you speak and it garbles the word but she seems to understand.
"Oh yes! You get to go..."