After he was cleaned in the clinic the first few days, now it's up to us.
Although my sister got no experience at all , my mother tached her how she should clean up Haziel by giving hhim the first bath. I'm grateful for being in these first experiences: my sister's face of tragedy was poetry because she was afraid my mom would hurt him, and it was even worse once she saw Haziel crying.
He started to cry at the top of his lungs when he entered the bathtub, but it was only because he was hungry. Once breastfed, it returned to its natural state. It's the only reason he cries.