I went to bed feeling sick and my son thankfully didn't ask to be nursed to bed. I didn't have the energy. Instead he played around and went to sleep on his own. The husband got back at midnight from work and realised I had 103 temperature. I woke up late the next morning to find my 'pl let me not do this one thing' (actually second, will get to the first later) husband come out of the bathroom with a scrubbed n buffed baby. I was thrilled that my falling sick forced him to get over his fear.
Thus here goes ' his first bath given by his Baba'.
