The first bath

The First Bath

As Camille had refused to leave my arms during those first few days I decided not to bath her. I wasn’t sure if she had been in a bath before, so I used a face washer to clean her. However, by the time we reached Zhianjiang and were due to visit the orphanage the next day, I felt that four days without a bath was enough. I didn’t want a whiffy child returning to the orphanage!!! Camille grizzled and cried a little. Whilst I can’t say she enjoyed it, she didn’t seem to hate it either. Of course she was in the bath with her mother, with Jo as the bathhouse assistant, waiting with the big fluffy white towel. Five star hotel rooms. Camille must be wondering what kind of planet she has arrived on!