Chapter 12
Another few months had passed and Julie was toddling from room to room in the suite of rooms in the basement. Julie had become Debra’s wet nurse and fed her every few hours, supplementing her diet with hourly bottles to make sure that her nappies were almost constantly being wet. If left unchecked, Debra would happily crawl around in a wet or dirty nappy oblivious to her condition. A cache of her large dummies was distributed around the underground accommodation as everybody was well aware of the consequences of an unfilled mouth. During the wet weeks when outside drying was impossible, then nappies would be tumble dried, often left in piles on chairs and whatever table top or surface was available. Onesies, bibs, and rompers added further clutter to the restricted space below stairs. The situation was not improved by the washing created by Julie who generated her own wealth of washing.
Kate was becoming frustrated by the constant bustle and commotion caused by the two overgrown children she had created. The lack of windows and the soiled nappies was placing a strain on the ventilation system and her staff were starting to complain about the constant stench of the nappies. Furthermore, having two mobile uncooperative charges was placing a strain on the day to day business. The decision was taken to take Debra down to a lower level where she would ‘take up less space’.
Although the use of electric shock treatment was barbaric, Kate felt that she had no alternatives at this stage with her staff beginning to talk of finding new positions. So it was that Debra was shocked again and again until what was left of her reason was fried. All that was left was a babbling, blubbering incoherent baby. Muscle weakening drugs ensured that the newly created baby was now bed-ridden. Julie would sit with her in the cot and feed the new three month old baby who would wriggle and flap around totally uncoordinated and unaware of her surroundings. A simple rattle and an assembly of twinkling toys were the very most she could cope with. Her world had become oral and centred round her dummy, her bottle teat or the nipple of her wet nurse who doted on her.
The twins were thrilled to see their stepbrother after so many months, but amazed at the sight of this teenager reduced to an overgrown baby wearing a sweet simple smocked dress, protected by a large bib. Her thick nappies were easily visible from beneath the hem of her baby frock clearly visible through the transparent plastic of her baby pants. There was no need for frills and embellishments in such a young baby, who slept, ate, soiled and wet her nappies almost constantly and required changing almost hourly. After a few days, the twins realised that there was no point trying to tease the baby because she had no understanding of such a thing. They soon came to understand that a new baby meant work and lots of it. Washing, feeding and changing became their new lives.
They had seen their sister Charlotte manage to graduate from nappies, then into training pants and finally into pretty little knickers, only to be replaced with Debra back in nappies full time and a lot of them at that!
Debra now lived in her cot in her old bedroom, freeing up space and making life below stairs so much easier on the staff. Julie stayed downstairs coming up to feed the baby. All was well.
One day there was a ring on the door, the twins were ecstatic, there were screams and shouts, who could it be?
Kate went downstairs to see what the commotion was about, having just put Debra into a clean nappy with a muslin liner as she was showing a few signs of developing a rash. She was wearing her protective thick terry towelling apron with the plastic backing. The front had a set of nappy pins attached to the front ready for use. In one hand she carried a little crate of empty baby bottles ready for cleaning and in the other she had a half a dozen dirty bibs.
“It’s Daddy” said Gina and Hannah in unison as Charlotte bounced up and down with excitement.
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