Do you remember the first time you gave your baby a bath? I do, and it was a momentous occasion for my husband and I. As first time parents we were eager to do everything exactly right. We’d read lots of parenting books and armed with Apgar scores and a ton of advice from family and friends, we brought our baby home launched into the adventure of parenthood. We sterilized everything, and carefully controlled noise levels and temperature in our home; yes we were fanatics. If only we could have seen into the future we would have known just how “durable” the little fellow was; that he would survive stitches, broken bones and a eventually a dorm room that looked like a waste dump. But we were novices so we followed our pediatrician’s advice and gave him sponge baths for the first few days. Then the big day came. After I put a little lukewarm water into a tiny tub my husband carefully lowered our little miracle into the water. Much to our surprise, he drew his arms and legs up, let out an ear-piercing wail and let us know, in no uncertain terms that he did not like this new experience. I suppose it made sense. After all, in the course of a very few days he had been taken from the shelter of a warm, cozy womb and thrust into a bright noisy world. And now we’d immersed him into another totally new environment; water. We laugh when we think about it now, but at the time it was quite traumatic for all three of us.
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Oh Baby!
Jul 30
