"Jeff!!! Mom's coming home! Says she talked with a doctor that says we've got a virus. My mom knows that you are sick as well. Same thing that I've got. Listen, your mother and mine talked to some doctor and he says that we might also have bladder control problems with this virus. If your mother calls, and should ask, tell her you've almost had or had at least one accident. Anyway, I've got to be in bed when she gets here," Bobby typed.
Jeff, reading the words as they appeared, nodded to himself and when Bobby stopped typing Jeff started.
"Just did that. My mom just called me as well. She's coming home too. Says she talked with your mom and knows that you wet the bed this morning like I did. She really sounded worried and upset. Damn! Means we don't get to talk to that programmer just yet," Jeff typed.
"But we're home and it's not going to be too long before we're alone again," Bobby typed.
"There is that," Jeff typed.
"Better get our stories straight about these symptoms," Bobby typed.
"Like what," Jeff typed back.
"If your mom should ask, like I said, make sure you've nearly had an accident and perhaps you leak a little as well. My mom asked if that was happening," Bobby typed and added, "going to wet a pair of underwear and toss them in the dirty clothes for just in case. Not much but I think it will make it sound more credible if she sees them in the laundry."
"Roger that. It's a good idea. OK, so I'm leaking. Oh, Oh! She's home. OK, got to go," Jeff typed. Bobby heard a car as well. It hadn't been a full half hour yet.
Both boys were peeking out the windows as their moms turned into their respective driveways and each heard the doors closing. They were in their beds at the same time before their mom reached the steps. Bobby listened for the key and other sounds hinting at where his mother was in the house and what she was doing.
"Honey! You awake," Helen called out.
"Yes mom," Bobby said sounding as sick as he hoped he needed to be.
"Be right up!" Helen said smiling.
"OK mom," Bobby said listening to the sounds. He heard the sounds of a grocery bag, then the clunk of something on the kitchen table, her keys or purse most likely. Finally her foot steps out of the kitchen, silent on the rug, then clicking again coming up on the steps. Bobby adjusted his face to reflect his agony at the moment.
"Hello honey. How are you feeling," Helen asked with a very concerned look on her face as she automatically put her hand on his forehead. That bag she held with her other hand was curious but whatever was in it was beyond Bobby's view.
"Hi mom, I'm OK. A little tired I guess, but fine otherwise," Bobby said sounding weak, but looking intently at the large bag his mother held when she came in. The bag went on the floor at the foot of his bed as she sat on the bed's edge again putting her palm on his forehead.
"I am so worried about you. Really, how are you feeling?" Helen asked running her hand down his cheek.
"I'm a little dizzy." Bobby said deciding to push it a little.
"No fever still! That's good. OK, so here is the good news and bad news. You're sick for sure, but it's not too serious the doctor says. It could be though, so we've really got to watch this for a few days. It's definitely intestinal and the only thing we've got to worry about is making sure you get enough liquids so you don't get dehydrated. You should be over the worse of this by Monday. If not we've got to take you in and get you an antibiotic," Helen said.
"Till Monday," Bobby asked sounding sad, but wanting to shout for joy.
"Could be worse honey. The bad news is that it's having a field day with your kidneys and bladder. Something to do with the nerve endings. Honestly, I'm not sure what that all meant when the doctor told me that, other than it's why you wet your bed last night. Same with Jeff as a matter of fact. It's mostly going to happen when you sleep but as this thing takes hold, it could happen at any minute as well. You said you nearly had another accident right," Helen asked drawing Bobby deeper into what was coming next.
"Yes, almost didn't make it to the bathroom." Bobby said looking concerned. He was happy that there was something out there that actually matched his symptoms. It definitely made his symptoms sound legitimate. He was thrilled but looking very sad as he added, "sort of wet a pair of shorts a little. I'm sorry."
"That's what I mean, it's worrisome," Helen said and added, "and don't you dare apologize for being sick. You can't help it."
"I know and thanks mom," Bobby said and added, "kind of embarrassing that I might have wet myself is all."
"Don't worry about that, OK? Anyway, Doctor Clark says that you are most likely going to have that happen a lot in the next couple of days. Going to get a little worse because of the liquids. Can't be helped and remember, it's not your fault! I mean that, so I don't want you feeling guilty about it. You're sick and that's what we need to concern ourselves over. OK," Helen said stroking her son's forehead.
"OK mom, " Bobby said sounding even sicker than he had when she came in. He was going to be home tomorrow for sure!
"Anyway, that's the other part that I'm concerned about," Helen said.
"What's that," Bobby asked.
"You're wetting accidentally," Helen said.
"I'm sorry but I can't help it," Bobby said.
"I know honey, I know. In fact, it's to be expected. So, I don't want you to think that you're being punished when I put you into those things. Like I said, it's not your fault and it's only going to be for a couple of days," Helen said trying desperately to keep her face serious.
"What things," Bobby asked remembering the bag his mother had walked in with. She had sat them down at the foot of his bed so he couldn't see what it was. He was curious before this, now he was very curious.
"Honey, I know you're not going to like this but again, it can't be helped. Anyway, I'm going to have to put you back into diapers and plastic pants for a couple of days. This way you don't risk wetting yourself or your bed. Frankly, if you think about it, it's a lot easier on me as well." Helen said bending back to grab the bag she had sat down.
"Diapers," Bobby said in a sudden panic. He almost bolted up at the mention of diapers, but caught himself as he added, "diapers?"
"Diapers and plastic pants," Helen said savoring the words as she added, "cloth diapers."
"Cloth diapers," Bobby asked again trying to grasp what was happening.
"It's for your own good honey. Just till the worse part of this passes. This Doctor Clark says it never goes past four or five days and, like I said, you'll most likely be out of them by Sunday. Monday worse case. I know it's very embarrassing for you, but it's a whole lot better than waking to a wet bed again. Right? Even worse if you had an accident while you are awake," Helen said.
Bobby had dug the hole he was now in. He'd even told her he'd almost had another accident already and even wet his shorts once. The only way out of this was to tell her the truth and that definitely wasn't an option. She was missing work and worse, he'd lied. No telling what would happen if it got out he was fibbing!
"Mom," Bobby started to say.
"What honey," Helen asked.
"I guess you're right about the diapers, but did you know they sell pull-ups that almost look like underwear? You know, the kind of disposables that look like under pants," Bobby said meekly.
"I know honey, but the woman at the health store suggested diapers only because you're a little older and being older you wet a little more than someone young enough for pull-ups even if they fit you. Plus cloth diapers with soakers are more absorbent and that will make them a little more comfortable. And don't forget, you'll be taking in a lot of liquids," Helen said.