Yesterday, Nyla was feeling a little better after her shots on Monday. She was finally awake and not too cranky or sore, so mama got all her snuggling in! Hooray! Lots of smiles from our girls, a few giggles, and a much more content baby...
...until we hit bath time. Whoa, nelly. Bath time, which is usually an enjoyable experience for Nylabear, was a disaster last night. It all started with getting her undressed, at which time she decided to start peeing. Thankfully I had just removed her diaper, so I was able to cover it up and not make a huge mess. Then it was time to lower her into her bath. She generally will just squeal at first, then starts to laugh and kick her legs. Not last night, though. Blood-curdling, red-face, tense body, white-knuckled screaming and crying. I have no words for the enormous sound that came out of this little baby. And she continued this joyful noise for the entire bath. THE ENTIRE BATH.
Apparently Miss Nyla did not want to have a bath. Well, she had no choice. Homegirl smelled rank. To put into words the odor of her little rolls on her neck is almost impossible. Imagine the musty-ness (mustiness?) of spoiled (breast)milk mixed with four-day-old pancake batter and you have a little idea of what she smelled like pre-bath. So the screaming and crying was worth it when she was done, because there is nothing more precious than the smell of a clean baby. If angels have a smell, I bet they smell like Nylabear fresh out of the bath.
Next bath: Friday. Crossing fingers that she will be a little more positively receptive to the idea of being clean.
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