I Changed Your Diapers

I haven’t heard from my youngest sister in weeks.

Personally, I think she owes me at least one contact a week.

I’m ten years older than her.   I spent many many a nights, days, years of my life devoted to her care.  Okay, well, maybe I wasn’t so much devoted as I was forced.  Tomato/Tomahto.   Still the same thing.  I would think she would feel some kind of devotion to the loving care I showed her.  And whether it was good care or not does not matter.   I loved her, whether I wanted to be watching her or not.  So my term ‘loving care’ is technically correct if not somewhat flawed.

Her crib used to be on the wall by the door.  In the same room as me.  Which means we shared the same air.  That should count for major bonding something or other.  I listened to her little self breathing.   And crying.  And smelled her sometimes baby stink.   Not to mention hand rinsing cloth diapers.   Yes, I had to do that.  Yes, it was gross.   Yes, I would gladly walk to the store with a pocket full of quarters to buy disposable diapers than hand wash the cloth ones.  Environmentalists and future earth dwellers, my apologies.

For the past four days I’ve almost called her.   And I’ve almost texted her.   But I haven’t.  No reason really.   Other than my knee still hurts.  And that’s a very good reason.

But as my world fills up around me with babies I can’t help but think back to the first baby I ever  loved.  The first baby love while fully understanding love.  Yes, at ten, I understood I loved this baby.  I loved the babies before her in an unidentified manner.  They were there, they were cute, they were the same as me.   This one, was different.   She was something I could take care of.  She was something I missed when I wasn’t around her.  She was something.   So I think about her.

And I wonder……

Why the hell hasn’t she texted me and said hello?

And if I don’t hear from her tonight….don’t think I won’t be a bit annoyed about her not reading my blog too.

Not to mention, with my knee hurting and all, couldn’t she have at least made me a casserole and brought it to me.

43 thoughts on “I Changed Your Diapers

    • I KNOW!!!!! Thanks for having my back!!!!! 🙂 And I never even had to change your diaper!!!! Uhm…that would be really awkward at this point in our relationship.


  1. Look lady! Your injuries might garner sympathy from other unsuspecting Fools who think you have bad luck…. I HOWEVER KNOW THE TRUTH WOMAN!! I’m sure you have a frequent flyer card at the nearest hospital! With that being said…I was out of town last week and hosting a bday party this weekend! I understand your pain though…. I can’t imagine not speaking with me either! It must be brutal!!! Lol!


    • Aha! Provoked in to contact! 🙂 And yes, you are correct. No contact from you is brutal! ❤

      And by the way. It better not be a Prince's birthday party that I was NOT invited to! The injustice of it all!


  2. It appears you wrapped your knee for the run to garner sympathy from us Gullibles. Well, I am Gullible so I will believe you are in pain so much so that you have a pencil glued to your nose. To eloquently type and fool us Gullibles. So much pain. 🙂

    But your younger sibling also read your painfully typed (I mean knogged) sibling rivalry story. She is paying you back for the shotgun moments she was deprived of by her older yet loving sister. 🙂



    • 🙂 well I never got a casserole from sister. The knee feels much better thank you for asking. Fortunately Husband steps up to the plate and fills it when sister is a slacker.


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