When our nurse at the hospital showed us how to bathe Ronan, she said, “Bathe him when he’s dirty.” I squinted at her and thought, “He’s a baby. How dirty can he possibly get?”
With the end of month three in sight, I am no longer puzzled.
Reasons to bathe your baby, a haiku series:
Poop on all the things.
Snuggles with adult armpits.
Fingernails are gross.
Let-down milk face bath.
More spit-up than milk eaten.
Breastmilk cheese for days.
The dog licked his feet.
I needed to wear sunscreen.
STRANGER TOUCHED HIS HAND.