So I aim to give X a bath three times a week. Tonight was bath night. X freaks out if we get him anywhere near the bath tub. We've tried everything, singing silly bath time songs, slowly introducing him to the water, covering him up partially and bathing him bit by bit. Nothing has worked. He freaks out every time.
Tonight, I sat him in his tub and I started wiping his face. He looked at me with huge eyes and started giggling and laughing! I was elated! This was the moment I have always read about in books. Mom and baby enjoy bath time and it's a total mushy bonding experience and baby has fun splashing around. X and I laughed and giggled back and forth to each other. "Yes! We are making headway! He is having fun." I thought.
I then started lathering up X's top half. He giggled some more, then I noticed his eyes start to get teary. The little giggles slowly turned into what sounded like nervous laughter. He was quiet for a few seconds then let out a shrill cry.
Poor thing, he was so confused. He didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Needless to say, X cried for the remainder of the bath and towards the end A had to come in and help me because he started to squirm around too much.
I don't know what to do about this bath time thing. When the bewitching hour comes around, I get all antsy. I dread the 5 minutes of screaming, but I can't not give him a bath. That's bordering on neglect. I can't help but have visions of X when he is 5, 10 or 15 years old and still dreads bath time. He would prefer to be dirty than get in that awful tub and we argue about it.
*le sigh* ....children.....
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