Mike woke up to a nasty smell and weird feeling in his diaper. He sat up. Mush spread around his butt. Great. He made a poopie again.
With a sigh, Mike got out of bed and waddled in the direction of Jim and Stacey's room. The door was ajar. He pushed it open the rest of the way. Stacey and Jim were asleep in their bed. He toddled to Jim's side and began to push him.
"I need a diaper change," he whined around his pacifier. Jim opened his eyes. He immediately held his nose shut.
"Phew! Yeah, you do. Let's get you changed without waking up Stacey, okay? Breastfeeding is hard work. She needs her sleep."
Jim picked Mike up and brought him to the bathroom. Mike laid back, waiting for yet another diaper change.
"Stacey and I were thinking it would probably be a good idea for you to sleep in our room," Jim said. Mike looked at him in surprise. "We don't know how long this is going to last, or if we can reverse it. We have to be prepared for the long haul." Jim kept to himself that he and Stacey were sort of hoping to raise Mike as their own.
"Okay..." Mike said slowly.
"That means a safer sleeping arrangement for you. You can stay in your room, but you'll be in a crib and there will be a baby monitor so we can hear you during the night."
"A crib? But I'm fine in my bed!"
"You've been fine so far. You might not always be. You're certainly small enough to need one." Jim wiped Mike down. "If you don't want the crib, you can sleep in bed with us."
"My options are a crib and baby monitor in my own room or sleeping in your bed?" Mike demanded, irritable. Jim shook his head as he taped the fresh diaper on.
"No. You could also sleep in a crib in our room. We wouldn't need a baby monitor then." He washed his hands and got Mike back in his pajamas. "So, which one do you want, slugger?"
Mike sucked on his pacifier as he thought. He was tired, so he had to choose fast, before he dozed off. After a few moments, he made his decision.