She changes Sam's diaper.

Sam had to fight the urge to swipe Kristen's hand away as she popped a few of the snaps of her onsie off so that she could get direct access to her diaper. She knew there was no getting around it, so she fought every conflicting instinct she had -- bursting into tears, making a break for it, shouting -- and put on a flat face.

"Uh oh, did someone had an accident?"

Sam's mask cracked, but it didn't break as she avoided looking directly at her.

"Let's get you out of that nasty thing and into a new one, okay baby?"

Without even waiting for a response, Kristen found a pacifier and put it in Sam's mouth. Sam didn't spit it out, but she wouldn't suck on it either. Kristen led her to the changing mat on the floor in the corner. She let Kristen undress her, since babies weren't supposed to dress and undress themselves, leaving Sam naked save for a sleeping bra and her bright-pink diaper. Wouldn't you know it, the eggs on the front have hatched in an adorable, Easter-colored nest of baby chicks like advertised.

Sam lied back on the mat on the floor as Kristen undid the tapes of her diaper and got to work. This isn't the first time Sam had to let someone else change her diaper, and she hated to admit that she had grown numb to it at this point, especially when all that needed cleaning was pee. She sucked through her teeth to brace herself for the cold wet-wipe that delicately cleaned her shaved pubic area and bottom before her butt was placed on a replaced diaper and thoroughly powdered. This diaper was a daytime diaper; white, and while not as thickly padded, still adorable, as was all of the diapers manufactured locally.

"There we go, baby bear," said Kristen as she taped her up. "Nice and clean and PG-13."