Baby Mimi Protests the Bath—but I Wash Her with Pure Patience 😭🛁🐒 – Baby Monkey cici
The moment Baby Mimi spots the little basin, she knows exactly what’s coming—and she is not amused. Her tiny face scrunches up, lips trembling, eyes wide with dramatic disbelief. Bath time again? Absolutely not, at least not in Mimi’s world. She clings to me with all her strength, letting out those soft, heartbreaking cries that say, “Please change your mind!” 😭🐒
I take a deep breath and remind myself: patience first, always. Mimi isn’t being naughty—she’s just scared of the cold splash, the strange feeling of water on her fur, and the idea of losing control for a moment. I speak to her gently, calling her name in the calmest voice I can manage. My hands move slowly, never rushing, never forcing. She watches my face carefully, as if checking whether I truly mean it when I promise everything will be okay.
At first, her protests grow louder. Tiny hands push back, feet kick the air, and she turns her head away as though ignoring the bath will make it disappear. But I don’t give up. I pause, let her breathe, and stroke her back until her cries soften into little sniffles. The water is warm, the towel is ready, and my heart is steady. 🛁
When the first drops touch her, Mimi freezes. Her body goes tense, eyes locked on me. I smile, whispering reassurance, and gently scoop water over her arms. Slowly—almost magically—she realizes nothing bad is happening. The kicks stop. The cries fade. Her shoulders relax just a little.
Minute by minute, the drama melts away. Mimi still pouts, of course, because she must make her feelings known. But she allows the washing now, leaning into my support. I rinse her carefully, making sure no water splashes her face. She blinks, calm and curious, watching the ripples instead of fighting them. 🐒✨
By the end, Baby Mimi is wrapped snugly in a soft towel, warm and clean. Her earlier protest feels like a distant memory. She rests quietly against me, eyes heavy, completely trusting again. Moments like this remind me that love isn’t loud—it’s patient. Even when bath time starts with tears, it always ends with comfort, cuddles, and a very sleepy little monkey. 💕