You want attention. And more than that, you want comfort. Comfort from Heather. You take a deep breath and then immediately begin to wail. All heads turn towards you.
“Oh, it’s okay!” Heather says, coming over as quickly as she can. She scoops you into her arms and begins to rock you, cooing sweetly. Her nose wrinkles. “Okay, now I know why you’re crying, little guy. But I can’t change someone so upset.” Before you can shut off the tears, Heather pops something into your mouth. You suckle on it instinctively before realizing that it’s a pacifier.
To your surprise, you don’t actually mind the pacifier. It’s surprisingly soothing. You suckle on it happily as Heather carries you over to the changing table. She removes your clothes and dirty diaper. Throughout the change, she says things to you, but you’re lost in ecstasy, fueled by Heather touching you and the pacifier on top of that.
“All done!” Heather says, much sooner than you’d like. “And just in time for naps!” Heather carries you out of the play area and into a room with cribs. She gently places you in one of the cribs and then kisses the top of your head. You beam at her. “Sleep well!”
Heather turns the light off on her way out of the room. Now stuck in a crib in the dark, you ponder what your next move should be.