Chapter 9
James woke up feeling sore, he had a bad case of nappy rash beginning, not helped at all by the excessive rubbing to the front of his nappy on the previous day. His nappy was soaked, his bib wet from a night of drooling as he nursed on his dummy. His hand clutched tightly to the woollen shawl which he had caressed to his face and luxuriated in the fragrance the entire night.
The continual subliminal messaging had him unperturbed by the thought that he had wet his nappies during the night. He knew that his (do di) dummy and his (shoo-shoo) baby shawl were a vital part of his life and he would be very nervous if they were to leave his sight.
Lisa came in with a warm bottle of milk which he grabbed hungrily and began to suc-k vigorously on the bottle teat. As he enjoyed his bottle, she removed his wet and rather odorous nappy and threw it in the wet nappy bucket. In no time at all she had him in the bath and enjoying a happy time splashing and laughing as he played with a few bright yellow plastic ducks. She pulled the reluctant boyfriend out of the bath and carefully dried him off.
The special cream was applied generously to his little sissy stick which she could have sworn was already looking smaller that it had the day before. A heavy layer of zinc and castor oil cream was applied to his nappy area, with particular attention to the areas where small pimples were erupting in patches of redness where nappy rash was beginning to appear. The coolness of the cream induced a tumescence into his little member and Lisa smiles at how the erection was speeding up his downfall as the drugs were absorbed into his blood stream.
She decided not to use his plastic pants in an attempt to allow some air to get to his skin. She laid him in his cot on top of three night time nappies and loosely pinned two regular nappies around him to allow his skin to recover. James wanted to get out and was not cooperating, so Lisa put him in a fresh little smocked night dress and then put him in his reins, which she attached firmly to the restraining rings on the cot. Now he was lying on his back and unable to sit up or do anything other than stare at the ceiling. She picked up his unfinished bottle and he resumed his feed. He was asleep in ten minutes, legs wide apart, shawl against his ear and his bottle hanging out the side of his mouth.
The door bell rang and Lisa ran down to greet her new guest. A very smart tall girl stood before her dressed in the traditional Norland nanny uniform which was a pale grey/beige. Her hair was tied neatly into a bun leaving her features looking a little severe. She was dark haired with a gently tanned complexion and she was tall and slender. She looked athletic, here muscles were well developed and she clearly looked after herself, as well as she cared for her little charges. She paid her taxi driver, who had lined her suit cases in a row on the doorstep.
“Caroline Fortiscue” she announced with a clear diction of a lady who had been well educated and came from a very good family “I am here to be the nanny to James”
“Wonderful” enthused Lisa who was looking quite flushed and radiant from her dash to the door “I am so pleased you have decided to join me. James is in his nursery, he has had his wet nappy removed, been given a bath and put in a clean nappy, fed his bottle and is now having a nap. Let me help you to your room.”
Lisa took one of the cases and Caroline easily picked up the other two. The went up to the nursery and opened the adjoining door. Caroline’s new room was bright and airy, it had a comfortable double bed topped with a patchwork quilt. The bedside table had a baby monitor on its top which showed a green light. The sound of James suc-king on his dummy could be heard clearly.
In the room were ample fitted wardrobes, in the middle of which was the door that led in to the nursery. On the wall with the window was a small table that had two large packets of unopened terry towelling nappies, a pile of bibs in their cellophane wrappers, plastic pants of various colours, styles and sizes in plastic bags and several different coloured dummies also in their original packaging.
They dropped the cases and went through to the nursery. “He has nappy rash” confessed Lisa “so I am trying not to use his plastic nappy covers this morning. Good grief, I changed his nappy just ten minutes ago and he has wet himself already” she whispered with a slight giggle.
James was sound asleep, the nappies covering him were clearly yellowed by his wetting, but he was blissfully unaware as he suc-ked on his dummy. His freshly washed hair shone in the sunlight that came through the nursery window, his pink bonnet was hung over the corner post of his crib ready for use later.
Caroline explored the nursery, approving of the kitchenette and nappy changing facilities, and at the thought that had been paid to the storage of his babyish supplies and clothes. She wandered over to a door on the other side of the nursery and peeked inside. It was a sluice for dirty nappies and had a specially designed bathing area for a large baby. It was clear from the wet towels and disorder, that it had been used recently.
“Look, you get settled in and unpack your things and we will have a meeting this afternoon, once the other staff have arrived and are on board. I would be grateful if you could change the little one when he wakes up. I bet he will be thrilled to know that he now has a nanny!” said Lisa
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