I was awoken at 9:15 to Carl yanking my blanket off of me, shouting "Get up, you're wasting valuable play time". I tried to grab the blanket to keep my bottom half covered, but it was to no avail. He had a huge grin when he saw the soaking wet pullup I was wearing. "I guess the witttle baby had an oopsie last night". I was too embarrassed to say anything. He grabbed me by my hand and led me to the kitchen.
Unbeknownst to Carl and myself, Jimmy already had his best friend, Jack, over to play. It was a sight to see, as none of us boys were wearing any clothes yet. It was like an underwear party except Jimmy and I weren't wearing underwear. The big difference between the two of us was that the musical drums that fade when wet, were visible on Jimmy's pullup. But that was only needed to tell if the pullup was wet, if you were too blind to notice the huge sag on the one I was wearing.
I tried to turn and run, hoping Jack didn't notice me, but I was too late. "Look Jimmy, you're not the only one still in pullups", I heard Jack say. "Although yours are dry". "I bet you'll be out of them soon, unlike Carl's baby friend that's here". I wished the floor would've opened up and swallowed me.
Luckily Carl's mother heard that remark and quickly put a stop to it. "Sam is sick", she said. "Whenever he has strep, he has accidents". "That's why we're going to the doctor today". "Once he starts his medicine, the accidents should stop". "There is no making fun of Sam". "Now let's sit down and eat". I was thankful for that. I sat down and felt the squash of my sagging pullup.
I was extremely nervous as we walked into the doctor's office. It wasn't my usual doctor and I was scared. "Hi, we're here to see Dr. Tucker", said Carl's mom. "Ok, and what is the patient's name". "Sam Lafferty, he's not in your system, as he was never here before", Carl's mom said. She then explained the whole situation, showing the hipaa rights, release forms, etc. Finally we were told to wait. I sat there nervously watching, 2 small children play.
"Sam Lafferty". We were finally called. I followed the nurse into room 13. She then checked my vitals, height and weight. "Everything looks normal, the doctor will be in shortly". After a brief wait, the door opened, and the doctor walked in. "What seems to be the issue", he asked. We told him about my accident and how it's usually strep. He said that he'll take a culture. I gasped as he stuck the culture down my throat, happy it was over. "I'll be back in 5 minutes".
After 5 minutes of brutal agony, Dr. Tucker returned. "The culture is negative, so no strep this time, although we will do an overnight one". He then asked if he could examine my private parts, to make sure everything is fine. I was embarrassed, but I still agreed. After a quick examination, he told me to pull my briefs up. "Everything seems fine", he said. "It is quite normal for a boy that sometimes has bedwetting issues, to regress when they sleep at a place that's unfamiliar". "My suggestion is to wear some protection, like a pullup or a diaper at night and after a few nights, you'll be comfortablesleeping there and will be dry again".
As we left the doctor's office, Carl's mom suggested that we head straight to the store to buy me some protection that fit. I started to cry at that suggestion. "It's ok", she said. "I'll make sure no one makes fun of you". We went into the medical store and I got to pick out my protection. I chose underjams, as the pictures on it looked cool.
We went home and everyone wanted to know what happened. Carl's mom told them what Dr. Tucker said, as I took the package to my room. We played together the rest of the day. But when night came, I started to get nervous. Finally it was time to get into pajamas. I grabbed an underjam, wrapped it inside my pajamas and went to the bathroom. I was really embarrassed as I pulled it up. I pulled my pants on over it and made sure you couldn't see it. Once I was sure they were hidden, I went to my room.
I walked inside to find Carl standing there in just his underwear. "Aren't you going to get into pajamas", I asked. "Nope", he said, "and neither will you". He then pulled my pants down. I stood there in just the underjam, not knowing what to say, when he pulled down his boxer-briefs, showing that he was also wearing an underjam. "One for all and all for one", he said. I smiled knowing how good it was to have friends like that.
I woke up wet, while Carl was obviously dry. He then told me that he's going to pee inside it, so we'll both be wet. We went down to breakfast in just our wet underjams. We were eating when the phone rang. It was Dr. Tucker. Turns out I did have strep, and he put me on medication. I was dry after that. But I'll never forgot that beautiful gesture of Carl.
