To fully show how far we've come, here is what our bath looked like a couple days ago: We went upstairs and I said, "Keziah you want to take a bath?" She runs into the bathroom and tries to take her shirt off. I undress her and turn the water on. She reaches over and sticks her hand underneath and tries to climb into the tub. She has a huge smile on her face. I get out the bath toys and her smile turns into squeals of glee. Michael Paul comes upstairs and I slip out of the bathroom. Michael Paul gives the whole bath and she never cries for me, never needs to nurse, doesn't miss me at all. She whimpers a bit when he rinses the shampoo out of her hair but not much. Meanwhile I get some much needed alone time - catching up on blogs while eating peanut butter and chocolate chips! I go up half an hour later to discover Daddy has filled the tub almost to the brim. It's basically a swimming pool and she is splashing and playing quite happily! I grab her and wrap her in a towel and she whimpers because bath time is over. We brush teeth, read a story, and she falls asleep very quickly! Now if that is not a successful bath time, I don't know what is! We have decided that baths are now Daddy's responsibility. He loves them and it gives them a special bonding time (and me some alone time!) And I am certain she will have no problems swimming this summer!
Maybe when she starts talking better I will ask her if she remembers being so afraid of water and ask her why. It still really boggles my mind and I would love to know if something happened, or she saw something that brought on her intense hydrophobia. Maybe I'll never know, but I sure am glad it has passed!
Michael Paul is going to have her swimming in the tub soon. I'm glad baths are finally fun....now time for the bubbles!
ReplyDeleteWhat a relief!! I am so glad they have turned to fun!!!
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