Da-da to the rescue

On Wednesday this week, I gave Emma a bath before bed because Mark and Kris went out to run some errands. Usually Mark is the bath giver while I am the milk giver — everyone has their roles (Yes, I’m still breastfeeding, I’ve decided to do it until she’s 8). We have a little seat in the tub to help make sure she doesn’t stand up too much and slip in there. Emma loves her bath and although she thought it was a little weird Da-Da wasn’t there, happily complied with getting undressed and into the tub. I put her into the seat and proceeded to dump her toys in and wash her up. Some of the toys floated around the seat to the other side of the tub so she stood up and turned around and sat back down into her seat. She got one leg through but the other one was stuck straight up in the air. She started crying and her leg appeared to be stuck so I went to pick her up and found that she was wedged in there really good.
Everytime I tried to pull her leg out, she would start to howl so I put the second leg in as well. I tried to stay calm as I was coming up with a plan. What are you supposed to do when you get your baby stuck in the tub? Mark and Kris had just left so I knew they were going to be a while. I tried calling my Mom but there was no answer. I kept playing with her to distract her from the fact she was stuck. I tried removing her leg over and over to no avail. I tried encouraging her to turn around on her own by moving the toys to the other side. I considered calling the fire department but who wants to be a teenager or an adult with a story like that to tell — I can relate, when I was little I got stuck behind the toliet naked somehow and my mom had to pour a whole bottle of canola oil on me, but that’s another story. I put warm water into the tub every now and then to try to keep her warm and comfortable.
Finally, after about an hour, I heard the guys come in through the front door. In my calmest voice possible, I told Mark we had a minor emergency upstairs and to come right away. By this time her little toes were more wrinkly than raisins! Mark quickly realized that she was stuck pretty good but that if she got herself into there, we should be able to get her out. He helped her bend her leg a certain angle, past the point where I stopped because she was crying, and voila…out she came! Poor little thing! I didn’t know whether to laugh or to cry but I was so amazed I managed to hold it together. Thank God Mark got home when he did. I knew he’d be able to get her out! Luckily, she was finally free and didn’t have a mark on her. Anyways, I think it’ll be a while until I give her a bath again…

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