The Creepy Podcast - Nolan
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This episode contains content warnings. Please see notes in the description for details. Listener discretion is advised this is creepy, a podcast dedicated to sharing the most famous chilling and disturbing creepy pastors and urban legends in the world, whether these stories truly happened or not simply fabrications is for you to decide these stories may contain graphic depictions of violence and explicit language. Listener discretion is advised. Creepy presents Nolan written by N M Brown, narrated by Daniel Hewitt. I've always wanted to be a mom. Now that's not to say that I was one of those little girls who constantly carried around a baby doll or dressed her cat up in doll clothes. It's the idea of the thing thinking back on it. It's all I ever wanted out of life, really a perfect composition and representation of both mom and dad that two people can have so much love for each other that they can't contain it and it spills into another little life that even at a young age that was beautiful and miraculous somehow by luck, good planning or just plain old fate. I am able to be the exception to the modern rule. I met a man who wants all of the same things out of life as I do fall deeply in love and we become happily married. My husband Dan and I have tried for years to have Children. There were a few heartbreaking periods of buying baby clothes that never got used due to early pregnancies that didn't pan out. However, in three years' time, I'm a good ways pregnant with a baby, a boy they can tell he's a character even from the sonograms, his little mouth was always moving. This one's gonna be a talker. The tech told us once he kicked the wand in response, my little man, we are happy and thankful all is right in our little world. Nolan is born without a problem. A whole £8.07 ounces screaming for his mother. Ok. So he has a tongue tie that makes his cries produce ma sounds. But still I know he knows what he's saying. He loves me and I love him instantaneously. His first years are so much fun. First steps, words and there never seems to be an end to those. As predicted his endless Hot Wheel car collection, figuring out favorite foods and colors together. He likes orange shades the best. Anyway, the good and the tired everything was what I wanted out of parenthood and I do get very tired as all new parents do sleep. Be damned though. Once I see those eyes besides Dan works really hard. So that I can stay home with our little one. I love every second I get to have with him if need be, I can nap when he naps. We are so thankful to have another baby boy in four years. I just know that Nolan will be a good big brother. He will have a little friend forever and our family can be complete. Of course, I'm right too. I know my boy, he is a wonderful brother. We must constantly tell him to stop peeking and leaning over the crib so the baby can sleep. He loves to make faces through the bars to make him laugh. I just want to see a mama. He's so cute. I've ever seen two boys are wonderful, but I can't believe how much time gets taken away from Nolan. My Nolan, the first born, the carbon copy of my good traits with the attitude to match. I can tell even though he was four, he noticed it. He takes it in stride though and never gets angry or frustrated with his brother for being an attention sponge. It's important to still spend quality independent time with your Children. They always need you. So I decided to amp up our alone time. Go out on Nolan and mama trips and leave the baby with daddy. Dan is a terrific father, the best I've seen in all my life apart from my grandfather, any time spent between the baby and his dad will only benefit both parties and of course I'll get Nolan time the regular pork grain exchange occurs while we passed by a new stall. This thought process leads us all to the flea market one Saturday morning, Nolan's favorite place. He loves going to places with me. He always makes me get fresh pork rinds. Even though we both know they were too spicy for him. He'll lick the dust off and then hold the piece out and it pinched fingers as if it's a dirty banana peel too spicy. Mama don't like it. He was known to say every time it's full of little figurines and Pokemon, there are rows upon rows of Star Wars Lego men. Any person you can think of, they have a character for his eyes light up at seeing a Darth Vader character and he reaches for it knocking over a bee wing fighter Lego ship. It breaks into pieces as soon as it hits the concrete floor. The stall owner is in deep conversation with a customer but shoots me a death glare that compels me to instantly bend down to pick up the pieces of the mess. My little guy made. People are serious about their Star Wars. I pick up the last few pieces and put them on the table. I met the so sorry to the owner and gesture that I've put all the pieces in a pile to the left of the table. I then have a thought. Nolan is starting school in the fall and this will be a good example of how to use good manners and take responsibility for his actions with an apology. Kids will be kids of course. But I think the gesture of a child's apology would soften the man a little. I turn around to grab his hand and bring him to the owner but he isn't there. I checked the neighboring stall calling his name frantically. My eyes dart back and forth over the rows of stalls. I'm not fully panicking yet, but I am getting there quickly. My eyes sting as tears threatened to invade. My throat is dry with a golf ball sized lump. Where is Nolan? He was right here a second ago. What could have happened in the two minutes? I was picking up pieces to where I can't see him anywhere near. Did someone take my little boy? My mind is racing and I want to yell his name at the top of my lungs? People will look sure that's great. That means more attention and help finding him. I draw a breath into scream and see two little velcro shoes under the wall of a stall running by. They look just like no one's. I turned the corner and cannot tell you the amount of relief I felt when I saw Nolan, he runs up to me almost breathless. His eyes sparkling with excitement. Mommy. There's a new doggie over there. Come look, I got to pet it. This is new. I was always mama before. Never mummy. My little guy is getting older, I guess. I think sadly he wiggles and bounces with glee. I take his hand and follow him while telling him how scared he may be and how he shouldn't ever run off like that, how the nice thing to do would have been to help me pick up the pieces. Instead of giving mama a heart attack, he suddenly comes to a stop and gets a confused look on his cute little face. He's not here anymore, mama, maybe the dog run it away. I giggle. I secretly love it when he still says words wrong. I was so happy that he was ok. I would have gotten him a puppy myself right then and there, if there was a pet stall, luckily for my husband, there isn't. And I don't, I don't think a surprise new puppy will go over well with the new baby. Dan eventually would have understood though. Dan's a very understanding man. We arrive home safely. I get him settled and changed for dinner. I'm emptying noodles into the boiling water and he runs into the kitchen. Mommy. I'm so hungry. I need dinner. What's that? I tell him it's his favorite macaroni and cheese. He turns his perfect nose up and says, no, what are you cooking for? You and daddy? He knows I always make two meals a night, one for him and one for Dana myself. Nolan normally hates any meat. That isn't in the nugget form. Chicken fried steak. Now, back up, I don't want you to get splattered. I tell him gently but sternly to let him know. I mean, business. He sniffs the air heavily before doing what I asked him to do. Hm. Mommy. That smells good. I want chicken. He says with big eyes on the stovetop again. Giggling. I say honey bun that's beef, not chicken. It's just fried like chicken. I don't know, bud. You hate meat. Every time you say you want to try something that contains meat, it ends badly. I give Dana. What do you want me to do here? Look, he smiles and fixes him a plate with a steak cut up into tiny Nolan approved size pieces. I hold my breath waiting for him to finish the first bite. He loves it. The plate was empty in a flash and he was immediately at the stove to see how much was left. Mommy. That was so good. But I'm still hungry. So hungry. I placed down a plate of strawberries with a cheese stick for him to eat for her big growing boy. To my dismay, he sniffs at the plate and turns his nose up in disgust. Yuck. This is gross. I don't want it. I'm hungry. He's starting to whine and the tips of his ears are turning red. A sure sign he's about to start a crying tantrum. I want more chicken. The baby starts wailing in his room and Dan is leaving for work. So I take my piece and cut it up for him. He was acting strange. Maybe he was getting sick. I hope he didn't pick up a bug today. Better now than when school starts. Though. Many people had different things going on in their bodies at the flea market today. I hope this newfound love of meat is here to stay though. It'll be much easier having him eat what we eat. Instead of all the extra meals, meat is good for you. It makes a body strong. He comes from a long line of meat and potato men. Hopefully this is just the start of new eating habits that night. Nolan turns off his bedtime TV, show abandoning his routine and begging to stay up for just five more minutes. Nolan's stuffed bear is tossed to the floor instead of tightly clutched in his arms. He's convinced that his bear protects the realm in Nolan's room. I had told him this much when he got it as a gift in his world of cars, cars and more cars. He was puzzled to unwrap a funny little gray bear with a huge top and bottom teeth. It quickly became his guardian, the king of the teddies. He never does anything in this room without him, but now he's tossed aside like he doesn't hold any significance at all. I say goodnight and he tells me again that he's hungry. I tell him I'll feed him a big breakfast tomorrow. Strange. I think if this day has shown me anything, it's, that little Nolan is getting older and it means changing. I darken his room and leave the hall light on with his door open like every night and then check on the baby in his room at the end of the hall, turning the monitor on before I leave the room. It's been a day and I'm so tired that I leave the cluttered floors and dirty dishes to be. Tomorrow's problem. I lay on the bed with the TV, on but muted. So I could hear if the boys wake up with all the excitement and the events of the day, I must have been more tired than I realized I woke up with my face mushed against my pillow. An Island of Jewel already forming at the corner. I get up to p and check the time Dan will be home in two hours. I get back into bed to enjoy more sleep. A warm groove already in the place for my previous nap. I roll over and close my eyes. I'm just about asleep. When I hear a squelching sound. I can't quite place it, but it's coming from what appears to be the monitor. I grunt and get myself back out of my comfy groove in the bed. I should check and see if the baby is ok. He's probably kicking one of his tissue papery sounding toys in his sleep. Nolan's room is on the way to the babies. So I poke my head into check because I can't resist seeing his peaceful sleeping face. I know he hasn't gotten up to use the bathroom. He isn't in the bed, bathroom light is off and the doors open. I try to swallow my annoyance when I realize he must be in the baby's room trying to play with him. The squelching sound grows louder. The closer I get to his rum, I approach and there is Nolan's little butt poking up as he stands tiptoe bent over the crib. Such a wonderful big brother always wanting to play. I'm about to gently scold him and send him back to bed when he turns and sees me standing there. There's something wrong with his face. It looks dark. What? There's a tinge of copper smell to the rum. And before my mind accepts it, my gut already tells me what I'm seeing. Squelching sound grows almost unbearable with every chew that no one takes mommy. I was so hungry. Nolan says with a too full mouth fight. The urge to pass out stifle is screaming back away from him. 00 My God, Baby. Why? Why he's just a baby? I don't understand Jesus, why Nolan? The room is swirling and my blood feels like ice. My only fear in life is losing my family, my Children my Nolan. I want to run vomit, scream and shake him until his neck pops. How could this have happened? His brother is only five months old. My infant son is our little boy who barely yet got a taste of life. No one stops for a moment and smiles at me with a giggle. I love you mommy. I can never resist that face. That little wet red smiling face. He's a bloody mess, snu hanging from his little teeth. I don't see that though. I see his first smile as a baby. I see how he looks up at me when he hugs me and the joy on his face. When he learns something new, he walks toward me and I see my little Nolan running down the beach trying to keep up with the seagulls. There's only one thing I can think to do. I now know that the child I brought home was not, cannot be my son. Something happened in that short time. He was lost. He came back replaced with this thing. My Nolan was somewhere else far away. I know there's only one way I can get back to him to be with both of my sons. Still though. The allure of holding him in my arms is almost too great. He still embodied everything that my child was is now I kneeled down and pull him to me, stroking his hair and kissing his bloodstained cheek. Mommy. I'm hungry. I'm still so hungry. He throws his arms around me and snuggles in. I closed my eyes back up a step and pull my hair out of the way to offer him my neck. Here you go. Baby mama never wants you to go hungry. Dan will be home soon. I'm sure in time he will understand what I had to do. 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