The rays of the morning sun come in through the nursery window and fall upon Laura’s face, waking her up. Laura sits up and stretches. She hadn’t intended on sleeping through the night, but she wasn’t that upset she had. She finally understood where the phrase “sleeping like a baby” came from. She hadn’t felt this well-rested in years.
Laura’s good mood faded, however, as she realized that her diaper was thoroughly soiled. During the night, she hadn’t just managed to wet herself, but mess herself as well. It must have happened a bit ago. She was thoroughly uncomfortable, sitting in a mushy, clammy, wet, smelly diaper. Laura unsteadily got to her feet, grasping the bars of the crib for balance. She needed to get out, change herself, and leave.
Unfortunately, this was much easier said than done. She couldn’t figure out how to get the side to slide down, so her easiest way out of the crib was unavailable. Laura could barely stand on her own two feet without support, but she decided to climb over the edge.
After much longer than she would care to admit, Laura successfully swung both legs over the edge. Before she could make her next move, she lost her grip on the crib and fell to the floor. The fall hurt much harder than she expected. Rather than landed on her soft, if dirty, diaper, she landed on her side. The impact reverberated through her body.
Her juvenile emotions and reactions took over, and she began to cry.
Her sobbing was so loud that she didn’t hear the front door open, as Liz and her family returned home.