This Morning With AngelThis may be boring and if so I apologise but I just wanted to share this. Briefly if you haven't read my previous post, my sister Angel is 15 (just) and has been incontinent and in nappies her whole life due to a medical condition Over the past 7 months she's regressed quite significantly and is for now for want of a better term a teenbaby.
I woke up just before 6am, glanced across at my beautiful baby sister lying next to me and couldn't help but smile. I checked her nappy and thought I'd best wake her up and change her, so I gently stroked her face and said her name. Her eyes opened slightly and she gave me a sleepy smile before they closed and she drifted off again. Her lips slightly parted, her tongue was curled at the sides and her jaw was slowly moving so I lent over and got her purple dummy from where it had slipped from her mouth while she slept and gently popped it back in. Angel instantly began suckling on it. I slid my arm beneath her and she snuggled up, wrapping her arm and leg across me and I held her close. I remember when one of my friends slept over at ours and Angel had fallen asleep on me while we were all watching a movie my friend pulled a face and said, "Doesn't it feel gross having her nappy all squashed against you?" The answer to that was and is not at all, Angel has worn plastic pants over her night nappy for as long as I can remember so I don't feel any wet and the warmth from it isn't at all unpleasant. It's just a feeling I associate with my sister now.
My Dad's alarm went off, I'd forgotten he was working today. A few minutes later he gently knocked on the door and then popped his head around it, he smiled the way he always does when he sees us together and came over to us. He gently kissed my forehead before kissing Angel's cheek, she turned towards him sleepily, grinned from behind the dummy and mumbled "Daddy". Her arms went up towards him and he scooped her up, my dad is a very big guy so Angel always looks even smaller against him. He then gently squeezed my hand and smiled at me, he does that often and it always feels like he's thanking me for taking care of her but I honestly don't need any thanks. Angel is the most loving person I've ever come across, when she's happy and smiling it's like having bottled sunshine around.
I lay there for a while but couldn't drift back off so I went down to get a drink. Dad's coffee was still sat by the kettle so after I'd made mine I took his through. I know his morning routine when he's at work well by now, he carries Angel down, flicks the kettle on, changes her, makes them both a drink but leaves his to cool down as he's worried about burning her if he spills it. As I got to the doorway I knew I was smiling the same way my Dad does at us. Angel was snuggled up on my Dad's knee while he gave her her bottle, one hand holding her teddy, the other lying on Dad's arm, eyelids fluttering as she started to doze again. I put my Dad's coffee down and sat next to them on the sofa. Angel's jaw became slack and milk pooled in the corner of her mouth. She looked so cute. I reached over and gently wiped her mouth with the towel Dad had laid across her chest. We chatted for a bit before, I propped some cushions up and he laid her against them in my arms, I am bigger than Angel, quite a bit bigger (she's so dainty) but it's still easier with the cushions for support.
My Dad got ready for work and left and I just sat watching tele while she slept on me, until Mum got up.
The one thing that has always struck me is how Angel naturally behaves, responds, etc like a baby nothings forced or thought about and a lot of it was happening even before she regressed. The way she lays, sleeps, the way she drinks, even the way she looks at you with those big blue eyes is so innocent. I've always had this overwhelming urge to protect her, especially with how much she's been bullied over the years and if anything that gets stronger as we get older.
Anyway she's now downstairs snuggled up on my Mum's knee watching Beauty and the Beast until my Aunt, Uncle and cousins come over for the afternoon, so I shall leave it there.
Sorry once again if this is really boring.
(This story is posted in another group too but I felt it was also relevant in this one.)
Astarla 18-21, F 4 Responses 8 Aug 2, 2012