One of the hardest parts of motherhood (for me anyway) is the constant change. The baby sleeps through the night for a week. You think you have reached that milestone. You are done waking up in the middle of the night. You have reached REM for 5 consecutive days...BAM, you are awaken again by your child's screams for no apparent reason at 3AM.
Recently, we are in the middle of one of those surprising set backs. Amelia has a new fear. One she has never expressed before.
It started a few weeks ago, out of the blue. Our daughter would start crying in fear at the mere mention of bath time. I would have to carry her in and literally take a bath with her hanging on me like a little monkey. She wouldn't even stand in the tub.
I tried covering the water spout AND the drain to no avail. We ran through all her cartoons trying to figure out what it was. None of them had a any characters getting sucked in by the tub. We started skipping baths for our mental sanity, but I refuse to be the parent who bathes the kid once a week because "he/she doesn't like bath time."
What is most disconcerting is that Amelia has loved the water from the moment she took her first bath. Well, I should say her second one, since she screamed her head off during her first bath ever. But after that, she couldn't get enough of it. Even this summer, to get her out of the swimming pool, I would bribe her with a bubble bath. What gives?
As we work through this new parenting curve ball, you could say we have taken extreme measures to get her clean.
Take a look at what happened when Grandma turned the sprinkler on: