Tonight was the 2nd night I gave DiDi a bath in the master bathroom tub. He has his own baby bathtub (Primo Eurobath, pictured) that he’s used since birth. When he was younger (and smaller and lighter and didn’t squirm so much) I used to be able to place it across the tub so that it would be hanging from either end and “float” above the tub, so I didn’t have to bend over as far to wash him. Since the 2nd trimester of his life, he’s much more heavier and mobile, so placing it over the tub has become a hazard. I’ve been washing him in the secondary bathroom, since the tub in there is much smaller and I can place the baby tub within the bigger tub and kneel outside it to wash him. (Confusing, I know) Anyway, I wanted Daniel to be able to use his own bathroom without the baby stuff crowding him, so I decided to try to give DiDi a bath in my bathroom tub again.
Yesterday was the first time. He kept squirming and wanting to get up to play with the faucet handles. I gave him the quickest bath I’ve ever given him, since he was squirming so much. I would sit him down in his tub, and right away he would twist his body to pull himself up using the sides of his tub. We repeated this cycle about 385 times. More than ever before I wished I was an alien (or octopus) and had more arms since it took both of my hands to hold him to keep him from slipping. Anyway, today, I decided to try again. However, I didn’t fight him as much when he wanted to get up. I would wash him when he was calm, and let him move around for a little bit before trying to sit him down again to continue bathing him. At one point after he had gotten up, he was turning around and his hand slipped on the side of the tub. Smack! went his head/face against the side of the tub. His face turned beet red instantly, and he screamed. I was in shock - I didn’t move at first. Tony was with me, and right away he was like, “Pick-him-up, pick-him-up, pickhimUP!” As I held my baby, who was crying so hard he wasn’t making any noise because he was taking a huge breath to scream again, I absolutely hated myself for letting that happen. How could I have let that happen? I should’ve known he would slip and hurt himself! I was right there - why wasn’t I being more careful with him? As I stood there clutching my poor baby, Tony had disappeared - he ran to DiDi’s crib and grabbed a toy and ran back to us, hopping from one foot to another and waving the toy in front of his face in an effort to make him laugh and forget. And it worked! What should’ve been the second long scream of pain turned into squeals of laughter. I didn’t know what to think: how wonderful my husband was for thinking so fast, or how ADHD my son must be for forgetting so soon.
My hate has been replaced with guilt though. But definitely… no more baths in that bathtub. Not the way we’ve been doing it.