I took a bath!

While mommy was watching over my brother daddy helped the nurses give me a bath today. I hated it! It was the first time that daddy heard me cry out loud. I just didn't like the wash cloths touching my skin because my nervous system is still being developed and light touches really don't feel good to me at all. I wasn't allowed to be put in the water, so daddy would just use a damp cloth with some soap on it. I could tell that he was nervous, especially when I started to cry.

The doctors told my parents that the best thing for my brother and me would be to feel like we were still in mommy's tummy. We like a cramped space without a lot of room to move around, darkness, and quiet muffled sounds, So the bath was not a lot of fun, though daddy seemed to like helping out. Once the bath was over I felt much better because I got to be wrapped up nice and tight in a soft blanket, put back in my toasty warm incubator where it's nice and dark, and given some food. Daddy told me that I did a good job even though I cried, and that I was brave and strong. I love hearing him say that. He says it a lot!