Juliet's regression

day 2 regression

The following morning, as the first light of dawn filtered through the curtains, Drew tiptoed into Juliet's room. She gently lifted the covers, her eyes immediately drawn to the darkened patch on the diaper. Her heart went out to her daughter, who had managed to get through the day with courage. With a gentle touch, she began to undo the tabs of the Goodnites, revealing the sodden mess beneath. Juliet stirred, her eyes fluttering open to meet her mother's understanding gaze. "It's okay, sweetheart," Drew murmured, her voice a soothing balm. "Let's get you cleaned up."

With the practiced ease of a mother caring for a toddler, Drew helped Juliet out of the wet diaper and into the bathroom for a warm, cleansing bath. The familiar scent of bubble bath filled the air, bringing a small measure of comfort to the humiliated young woman. As the warm water washed away the evidence of her nighttime failure, she couldn't help but feel a pang of regret for the lost innocence of her youth.

Once clean, Drew helped her back into bed and began to dress her in fresh clothes—a simple pair of jeans and a t-shirt. She made sure to use baby wipes to clean her thoroughly, a task that brought a blush to Juliet's cheeks despite the situation. "Mom, I can do it," she protested weakly, but Drew merely chuckled.

"You're still my little girl," she said, a hint of sadness in her voice. "And until we figure this out, I'll take care of you as much as you need."
Juliet nodded, her eyes brimming with unshed tears. It was a small consolation, but she knew her mother meant well. As she was being dressed, she heard the sounds of the house coming to life, the distant chime of the school bus announcing the approaching time to wake Brooklyn.

Drew finished up and gave her a gentle pat on the bottom. "You stay put, okay? I'll go get your sister up."
Juliet nodded, her eyes never leaving the wall in front of her. She felt like a spectator in her own life, watching as the world around her continued to move while she remained stuck in this strange, embarrassing rut.

The sounds of footsteps grew louder as Brooklyn shuffled into the room, still groggy from sleep. "What's going on?" she mumbled, rubbing her eyes.
Drew looked at her youngest with a mix of affection and weariness. "Juliet had another accident last night. We're just getting her ready for the day."
Brooklyn's face fell, the reality of the situation setting in. "Do you need help, Mom?" she offered, her voice laced with genuine concern.
Drew smiled gratefully. "No, I've got it. But thanks for asking. Just get dressed for school."

Juliet watched as her sister obeyed, the normalcy of the scene a stark contrast to the turmoil she felt inside. The sound of the school bus grew louder, a reminder that while her life had taken a detour, the rest of the world was still on its predetermined path. She took a deep breath, willing herself to get through another day of diapers and uncertainty. Brooklyn left for school giving Juliet a big hug on her way out.

Juliet followed her mother downstairs, the weight of the diaper a constant presence between her legs. The smell of brewing coffee and the sound of the news playing in the background filled the kitchen as Drew bustled around, setting out plates and silverware for the day's breakfast. She placed a plate of toast with butter and a small glass of orange juice in front of her daughter with a tired smile. "Eat up, sweetie. You're going to need your strength today."

Juliet took a tentative sip of her juice, her grip on the glass tight. But the clumsiness that had plagued her the past few days struck again, and the cool liquid slipped from her grasp, spilling onto the table and pooling on the floor. She gasped, her eyes wide with horror as the realization of what she'd done settled in.

Drew, ever the calm and collected one, quickly stepped over to her side. "It's alright, honey," she said, placing a reassuring hand on Juliet's shoulder. "Let's get this cleaned up."