First Bath

One day I was enjoying my tummy time and I looked down...WHOA...my cord fell off! And I knew that meant a submersion bath was soon to follow. Meyer had given me the low down, and I was pretty sure I knew I wouldn't like it. I had my mind made up already... Warm washcloth bath = good. Submersion bath = not good.

You see, it's cold outside. It's the middle of winter! Or at least it was on February 17th, the day the horrible event happened to me. I was minding my own business, when suddenly Dad picked me up and took away my warm clothes and blanket! Then he layed me in this blue tub and ran warm water over me!! NOT THE BATH!! And boy did I let Dad know I didn't like this whole bath thing. Meyer was right! I mean, the warm water felt great, but my arms and legs were flinging about because I can't control them yet. So they were out in the cold air. And my big head was above water... Man, I did not like it. I did not like it Sam I am.

Thankfully it lasted less than five minutes. Then Mom tried to warm me up in a towel. Another new experience! And Meyer didn't warn me about this one... I couldn't decide if I liked this or not, but I was all wrapped up in it, much like my blankets. Mom and Dad were rubbing the towell all over to dry me off, but I just couldn't stop crying. It was simply horrific. I'm terrified to think that eventually this will be a daily event!! OH NO!!!