We are just 2 weeks
short of Naama's 2nd birthday, and tonight I bathed Naama by myself for the
first time! Guess you can say it's a Chanukah miracle since this happened on
the 6th night of Chanukah.
I went into the bathroom
with Naama and my husband so we could watch her sit on the potty before her
bath. Naama decided peepee wasn't coming out, so she got up and walked to the
bath. As usual, I turned to leave so my husband could bathe her.
"No! Mommy!"
I turned to face
Naama.
"What is it my
love?"
"Mommy."
"You want mommy to
bathe you? ", asked my husband
"Yeah, mommy."
My husband and I
exchanged surprised looks.
"OK", said my
husband and he left the bathroom.
I have placed Naama in
the bath before but I never bathed her. I guess I just never tried, since
either my husband or Mary Poppins bathe her, so I figured if it ain't broke
dont fix it, plus I was always a little nervous Naama may slip when she stands
in the bath so her bottom half can be bathed, but apparently I don't give
myself enough credit because I was totally fine bathing Naama.
I didn't actually intend
to completely bathe Naama, but once I got started, I just kinda went with it,
especially since my husband was still clearing the dinner dishes in the
kitchen.
I knelt down by the bath's
edge, soaped my hands and started to lather Naama's chest and arms. When I
washed under her neck she broke out in giggles and looked at me so happily. I
can't explain it, but in that moment, we connected. That bonding moment between
mother and child is what I had been missing by not bathing her or just
periodically hanging around as someone else bathed her.
Naama laughed harder as
I washed under her arms.
Hearing our laughter, my
husband walked into the bathroom and asked incredulously, "you're bathing
her? wow! go mommy! You're ok?? you can handle this?"
"Yes", I said.
My husband walked out of
the bathroom
"Alright Naama,
what do we wash next?" I asked.
She stuck out her leg
for me to wash.
"Now it's tushy and
private part time" I said.
This part I was a bit
nervous about, because Naama had to stand up so I could soap her properly and I
was afraid she would slip, but I had nothing to worry about. Naama stood up
slowly and stood still as I washed her, guarding her back with my free hand.
I can't believe I was so
afraid I wouldn't be able to stop Naama from slipping in the bath that I let my
fear prevent me from bathing my own child for so long!
When Naama was
younger it was more of a concern, but now, washing her as she stood in her bath
was as easy as a walk in the park! and even if she did slip, it's not like she
couldn't have slipped when being bathed by my husband or Mary Poppins, in fact,
she has slipped by both of them! Disabled people need to give themselves more
credit.
Towards the end of the bath,
my husband came in to take over so he could take her out and towel her off. As
I got to my feet, Naama burst into tears.
"NO MOMMY!!!"
She wanted me to take
her out. I comforted her, telling her mommy was staying there with her and
daddy was just going to take her out and towel her off. She continued to cry,
but when she saw I wasn't going anywhere she calmed down.
Naama wanted me to put her
moisturizing lotion on. It was such a warm feeling putting the lotion on my
baby with her soft baby skin and small body parts.When I got to her back and
tushy, my husband said "don't forget to kiss her yummy tushy!"
Apparently Naama was
used to this routine because when she turned on her stomach, she thrust her
tushy high into the air. It was so cute I couldn't help myself. I planted a big
kiss on each smooth butt cheek.
Tonight, when Mary
Poppins went to draw Naama’s bath as she usually does on Sunday and Tuesday
nights, Naama looked at her, shook her head and said “No. Only mommy.”
Mary poppins and I looked at
each other in surprise. Naama LOVES Mary Poppins. She must have made a mistake
in pushing her away. Again I turned to leave so Mary Poppins could start the
bath.
“No! Only Mommy!"
Ok I guess Naama wasn’t
mistaken.
Mary Poppins looked at me
questioningly. I filled her in on the first time I bathed Naama a few nights
before.
“That’s great! You don’t
need me then!”
I smiled and told her I’d
prefer to have her around just in case.
I drew Naama’s bath and
lifted her into the bath as Mary Poppins looked on.
“I’m very proud of you, said
Mary Poppins.
“Thank you,” I smiled and
began washing Naama.
To hear such praise from
Mary Poppins was very special and meaningful. Mary Poppins began as a nanny
when Naama was 4 months old, a time when I was nearly completely dependent on
someone else for baby care. Mary Poppins took me under her wing, teaching me,
encouraging me and strengthening me to care for my baby despite having Cerebral Palsy.
Slowly but surely I reached this point, this moment where I am able to bathe my
daughter on my own. A far cry from the helpless, useless mother I felt like as
I watched Naama’s previous nannies lovingly bathe her as I only watched.
Tonight, Naama smiled shyly at me
nearly the entire bath and she didn’t make a peep when I brushed out her
knotted curls and rinsed her hair. Even when I accidentally poured water over her
open eyes, Naama just kept smiling at me and Mary Poppins. It was like she knew
my bathing her was irregular and something new for me, so she wanted to be on
her best behavior.
“It’s so beautiful to see
the two of you like this,” said Mary Poppins.
“I’m thrilled for you and
not offended in the slightest that Naama prefers you over me. It’s the way it
should be now”, she said.
Afterward, I wondered what
triggered the change in Naama. I realized the week we spent together during Chanukah
break from daycare made Naama feel much closer to me. We went to the park every
day. We went for pizza and her first ice cream cone and we played games and did
many activities at home, just the two of us.
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