i bravely bathed her all by myself! no, her daddy wasn’t around to help me hold her arm up (he was at work). being able to understand full well what was being said to her, Fateha listened and followed my instructions like a little good girl would. 🙂
i kept telling her to keep her arm up on her own so that i could bathe her properly, from head to toe. well, she did but not without crying. i think she was still in pain. or maybe scared of pain. bearing in mind that the wound under her armpit was still looking a little reddish, although drying. i didn’t hold her arm at all.
amazingly, bathing went well. next, dressing up.
it was a little bit tougher than bathing. bathing began with stripping her off the splint, which was easy. she was still able to keep her arm up while i was dressing her. similarly, it involved crying. to keep her mind off the pain, i HAD to sing to her some Barney songs. The Wheels on the Bus, Colors Make Me Happy and If All The Raindrops Were Lemondrops and Gumdrops were among her favourites.
only through singing, she found solace and forgotten about the pain. i managed to place the pad under her armpit and wrap her with the bandage, without her crying. YES! it was a success and it definitely made me braver than i thought i would be.
i don’t have to rely on the husband anymore whenever i have to bathe her.