After I’d been home with my first baby for about a week, I thought I should probably wash him, but I was terrified. I called my mother, who drove 30 miles to come to my rescue. We got the kitchen all nice and warm and put his baby tub in the sink. She showed me how to hold and wash his little, slippery body with my arm on the back of his head and supporting his shoulders. And lo and behold, he was clean!
— Mary Ellen Strote, 55
mother of Jared, 28, and Noah, 17