It was still early morning, and the sky had just started to brighten with the soft glow of dawn. In the quietness of the house, baby monkey Tauch sat peacefully in a new, small trash bin that his mom had just placed beside her in the bathroom. His tiny figure, wrapped snugly in a towel, looked calm and serene as he waited near his mom, who was busy cleaning several milk bottles by the sink. His mom, moving quickly but carefully, scrubbed the bottles one by one, making sure they were spotless and ready for the day ahead. She glanced over at Tauch every few seconds, her heart warming at the sight of her little boy sitting so quietly, almost too good to be true. Tauch was usually a bundle of energy, but this morning, he seemed unusually peaceful, watching his mom’s every move with his big, curious eyes.
As his mom finished with the bottles, she turned her attention to Tauch’s old diaper. She gently lifted him out of the bin and placed him on a soft, folded towel on the bathroom floor. “Let’s get you cleaned up, little one,” she cooed, undoing the diaper and wiping him down carefully. Baby Tauch remained calm, letting out only a soft whimper as his mom worked. It was as if he knew this was just part of his morning routine, something he had already grown used to in his short life.
But then, the moment came that Tauch dreaded the most—bath time. His mom placed him back on the towel, preparing to unwrap him for his morning bath. As soon as the cool air hit his little body, Tauch’s calm demeanor disappeared in an instant. His eyes widened, and before his mom could even fully take off his towel, Tauch started to squirm and let out a high-pitched cry.
“Shh, it’s okay, baby,” his mom reassured him, her voice gentle but firm. But baby Tauch wasn’t having it. The moment the towel came off, he let out another ear-piercing wail, his tiny arms flailing in every direction. His once serene expression turned into one of nervousness and fear. The idea of being bathed, the coolness of the water, and the sudden exposure all seemed too much for him.
Despite his mom’s calming voice, Tauch kept shouting, his tiny voice echoing in the bathroom. His mom, though used to his tantrums, worked quickly and efficiently, knowing that once the bath started, he would eventually settle down. “You’re alright, Tauch. Just a little water, and then you’ll be all clean,” she murmured, dipping a soft cloth into the warm basin of water beside them.
Tauch continued to cry loudly as his mom gently sponged his tiny body. His little fists clenched, and his feet kicked out in protest. Each time the water touched him, his cries grew louder, his tiny chest rising and falling rapidly as he expressed his frustration. His mom, however, remained calm, knowing this was all part of the process. She spoke to him softly as she bathed him, “Almost done, little one. You’re doing so well.”
Slowly, as the bath continued, Tauch’s cries began to subside, his protests turning into soft whimpers. His mom’s gentle hands reassured him, and the warmth of the water began to feel less shocking. Before long, baby Tauch started to relax again, his tiny body settling into the familiarity of his mom’s touch. Though his nerves had gotten the best of him at first, the comfort of the warm bathwater and his mom’s soothing presence calmed him down.
By the time the bath was finished, Tauch was no longer crying. His little body lay limp in his mom’s arms, his eyes half-closed as he enjoyed the warmth of the towel his mom wrapped him in. “There we go, all clean,” she whispered, holding him close and pressing a soft kiss to his damp forehead.
With the bath done, baby Tauch had once again returned to his calm self. His earlier meltdown was already forgotten as he snuggled close to his mom, feeling safe and warm. His mom smiled at him, relieved that the hardest part of the morning was over. She carried him out of the bathroom, knowing that soon enough, it would be time for his next bottle of milk and then, hopefully, a peaceful nap.
But for now, tiny Tauch was content, freshly bathed and back in the arms of the one who loved him
