It is worth noting that earlier, when the world of the Internet was not so accessible and young mothers did not have the opportunity to find answers to their many questions in various forums, social groups and the like, the topic of going to the bathhouse was not considered in such depth. In the old days, there were traditions that, as it turned out today, corresponded to the rules and norms that are proposed for study today. For example, children were not allowed to steam with men, because the latter often pampered themselves with strong steam, which is very harmful and dangerous for the child’s body. Because of this, men were the first to go to the steam room, followed by women with children. Thus, the children did not get severe overheating.
Don't forget about rest
The bathhouse places increased demands on the body of any person, and especially a child. In response to thermal exposure, blood vessels dilate, breathing and pulse quicken, and metabolic processes accelerate. Therefore, when visiting the bathhouse, do not forget about rest, giving the body time to recover.
After leaving the steam room, the child needs to cool down. To do this, pour it over with water at room temperature. Then you should definitely give him the opportunity to rest and gain strength in the dressing room. And only after normalization of the pulse, breathing rate, and disappearance of redness of the skin, you can re-enter the steam room.
Preparing for a visit to the bathhouse
Children should be prepared in advance for their introduction to the bathhouse. Sensitive children's skin requires proper adaptation, so experts recommend the following measures:
- hardening by air procedures;
- dousing with cool water;
- warming massage.
In order for a child to feel comfortable in the bathhouse, it is necessary to create favorable conditions for him and prepare the necessary accessories - slippers, a cap, a towel or sheet, caring cosmetics for the body and hair. To restore water balance, drink plenty of fluids - green tea and berry fruit drinks.
A sauna for children is the best way to quickly and safely adapt the body to health procedures. Children tolerate hot and dry air much easier than humid air. In this case, the temperature in the steam room should be maintained in the range from 65 to 80 degrees with a relative humidity of 11%.
If children are in the sauna for the first time, parents should ensure their safety and comfort. The duration of the first procedure should not exceed 2 minutes for babies under 1 year of age, for infants – up to 30 seconds.
The time of each subsequent visit gradually increases to 10 minutes. The procedure is not carried out for more than 5 minutes for children under 4 years of age.
To prevent a child from experiencing physical discomfort in the bathhouse, he should eat a light meal 60 minutes before the procedure, and drink warm diaphoretic tea 10 minutes before entering the steam room.
After completing the procedure, the body can be rinsed with warm water and wrapped in a dry towel.
Tips for parents
The question of at what age a child can go to the bathhouse is very important. If the mother regularly steamed in the bathhouse both before and during pregnancy, then the baby, even at the intrauterine stage of development, was already familiar with temperature differences between the steam room and the dressing room, and high humidity. In this case, you can start visiting the bathhouse together from the moment the child reaches three months of age.
If during pregnancy the expectant mother refused to take a bath, then it is advisable for the child to begin bathing procedures only from the second half of life. Before going to the sauna with your child, parents should consult a doctor and get his permission.
Also, when visiting the bathhouse, you should follow some rules:
- Go to the bathhouse with your child no more than 1-2 times a week. High temperature and humidity are significant stresses on the body and you need to give enough time for rest and recovery.
- When visiting a bathhouse with a child of the first year of life, carefully monitor the condition of the fontanel. The appearance of its protrusion indicates overheating of the baby. In this case, it should be immediately taken to the dressing room and given water at room temperature.
- Do not allow your child on the top bunk. Children are only allowed to hover on the lower shelves. At the top, the temperature is much higher and this can lead to dehydration or heat stroke.
- Don't let your child out of your attention zone. Slippery tiles near the pool, hot stones, hot water - all this makes the bathhouse a place of increased risk of injury for children.
General rules for soaring children
Among the most common rules for soaring children, experts have identified the following:
1. The soaring mode for children should be set to the minimum. 2. Reduce the temperature by a few degrees. 3. Eliminate all possible physical methods of exposure to the child’s skin. 4. Replace the use of a broom with rubbing and light massage. 5. Reduce the time children spend in the bathhouse by half than adults. 6. Choose dousing and rubbing with snow as contrasting procedures, but carry them out quickly enough.
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The boy Denis with his mother and sister visited the washing block and washed with the women. Here he first experienced male pleasure. Denis woke up from rather sharp and strong pushes on his shoulder. Opening his eyes, he saw the dissatisfied face of his older sister Anya. “How long can you sleep,” she said reproachfully. “Mom woke you up an hour ago, and you went back to sleep.” Denis turned away from his sister, defiantly closed his eyes and began to snore. “Mom, he doesn’t listen to me,” Anka shouted lazily and deliberately loudly, turning towards the kitchen and, sitting down in an old leather chair, she picked up a book with a smart look. The mother entered the room, trying to change her facial expression from relatively tired to very stern. “Denis, you don’t have a father. Get up immediately. The sooner we leave, the fewer people we will find. Or do you want to wait in line? Of course, you can walk around unwashed for years. But Anya and I hate to look at you. Get up, you unwashed couch potato." Denis silently obeyed. Lately he hasn't had much of an argument with his mother. And when her father left for the North on a long-term business trip, she almost burst into tears. Today they had to go wash in the washing block, which had been equipped for two days at the school, where Denis was in the sixth grade, Anka in the tenth, and his mother taught physics. In the city, there has been no normal supply of water to residential buildings for three weeks now. And last week, washing units were opened in some institutions, which were provided with water on certain days. For school No. 47, such days were Saturday and Sunday. The washing block was intended only for school employees and their children. By decision of the school director, Saturday was declared a “women’s” day. At breakfast, devouring a cheese sandwich, Denis decided that they had disturbed him in vain. It is unlikely that a 12-year-old boy will be allowed to wash with women. His mother told him yesterday that he should try to show up at school early, when either no one would be there or they wouldn’t be too much of a quarrel. After finishing breakfast, they dressed warmly and took the tram to school. On the tram, Denis first looked at the houses and advertising stands running past, and then at his own shoes. Very quickly they found themselves at the school - a dull gray building standing on the corner of Lesnaya and Karetnaya streets. Having walked around the building, they entered the school yard and headed towards the washing unit, which was equipped at the school boiler room. Entering the block, Denis saw a plywood wall with a door and a small window, through which one could see the sly, wrinkled face of cloakroom attendant Ivan Lukich. This plywood partition was installed to separate the locker room and the washing block in general from the boiler room workers, who upon entering could immediately turn left and begin their work activities without interfering with those washing. “And Margarita Sergeevna and the children came to take a steam bath,” the cloakroom attendant addressed his mother in a polite hoarse voice. “And how old is your youngest, huh? Big kid." Denis looked at the piece of paper pasted by the window, which said in black and white that “Children of the opposite sex over 10 years old are not allowed to wash!” The mother, straightening her hair (Denis knew that this involuntary movement occurred in her when she was telling a lie), replied, “Yes, in a week she will turn 10.” Ivan Lukich bared his dense rows of iron teeth, “Well, once in a week, then come in,” and opened the door. They ended up in a locker room or a waiting room, you couldn’t tell right away. Lukich was sitting on a chair half-turn to the window, half-turn to the room. Next to him lay several yellowed newspapers and a pack of Belomor. There were two large benches in the room and about two dozen hooks were driven into the walls. Five or six of them already had things hanging on them. Denis was especially struck by the women's underwear of quite a respectable size on one of them. “Get comfortable Margarita Sergeevna, take off your clothes. If you don’t have soap or towels, then the management gave me a few spare ones,” Lukich said in a hoarse patter. Then he put on his glasses and began to read the newspaper with false interest, continuing to sit half-turned. Denis noticed how his mother and Anka looked at each other with displeasure. It was obvious that they were uncomfortable with the presence of this 70-year-old man. “Yes,” thought Denis, “well, the school gives. And they’ll put Aunt Lena, the cleaning lady, with the men.” Mother took off her coat. “Well, stand there and take off your clothes,” she joked to the children. Denis slowly took off his jacket. He still did not believe that he would now wash with his mother and sister. He tried to remember the last time his mother bathed him, and came to the conclusion that he was about seven years old then. After that, his father bathed him or took him to the bathhouse. Denis had never seen his mother naked. She usually wore a shirt or robe when she washed him, standing in a tin basin. He saw Anka naked a long time ago, about seven years ago, when his parents last bathed them together. She was nine years old then, he was five. “Why are you standing like an idol,” his mother abruptly interrupted the course of his memories. Denis turned around. His mother looked at him angrily, standing in an unbuttoned blouse and half-unbuttoned skirt. Anya, timidly looking towards the cloakroom attendant who was “immersed in reading,” took off her leggings from under her skirt. Denis quickly took off his sweater, T-shirt and unfastened his belt. He saw Lukich take his eyes off the newspaper for a moment, glance at Anka, and again plunge into reading. Denis sat down on the bench and began to unlace his shoes. He looked up. The mother was already standing in only a bra and woolen tights. She was a tall, slightly plump brunette, 36 years old, with sad brown eyes. She stood with her back to Denis and took out the hairpins from her neatly styled hair. Denis took off his trousers and, left in only his “family” panties, looked towards his sister. Anya caught his gaze, frowned, and blushed slightly. She sat opposite him in a bra and woolen panties. She was 16. She was as tall as her mother. Slightly overweight. Nice rounded shapes. The same as his mother's, jet black hair. Just a shorter haircut. Anya was quite an appetizing girl. And pleasant on the face. But she didn't love her body. The reason for this was freckles. Despite her black hair, scatterings of these golden, orange, and brownish hemp of various sizes were scattered all over her body. Shoulders, arms, back, chest and even legs fell victim to them. There were only a few of them on the face. And for this Anya was grateful to nature. “So there is soap, there are washcloths, there are towels,” the mother said, taking things out of her bag. “I wonder if there’s somewhere to hang a towel,” she asked loudly, as if to herself. “Unfortunately, no,” Lukich responded right then and there, tenaciously looking his mother up and down. “Leave it here. Here you will dry yourself. They left everything here for you,” he pointed to the towels hanging on the hooks. And again he plunged into reading. “Okay, let’s leave it here,” the mother squeezed out in a displeased and embarrassed voice. “Well, sit there. Take off your underwear too.” And deciding to set an example, she turned her back to them and took off her bra. Denis looked at his mother’s white, slightly loose back, at the reddish marks from the bra. For the first time he saw the naked back of an adult woman in front of him. Margarita Sergeevna lowered her tights, revealing her pink cleft with curly hair for a split second, revealing her full white buttocks. Denis blushed slightly from excitement, excitement and shame combined. He could not take his eyes off the dark brown mole the size of a penny on his mother’s right buttock. The mother turned around, involuntarily covering her private area with washcloths, but exposing her magnificent breasts, strewn with many small moles, for everyone to see. “I told who,” she hissed so as not to attract unnecessary attention from Lukich. There was nothing to do. Denis took off his panties. “It’s both embarrassing and pleasant,” flashed through his head. He looked at Anka. She was already red as a lobster. But obeying, she stood up and shyly turned away from Denis. Slowly and hesitantly, she unclasped her bra and hung it on the hook. Then she quickly pulled off her panties. Denis saw her soft, well-fed, freckled body and smiled. Freckles were everywhere. Even on the butt. She turned around, trying not to look at Denis, took a washcloth from her mother, and covered with it the furry triangle on her pubic area, which Denis still managed to see. She was confused and was breathing quickly. This made the ripe melons of her breasts sway cutely. “Well, let’s go,” the mother said unnaturally cheerfully and headed towards the door to the washroom. Anya trotted after her. Denis completed the procession. Finally, he looked at Lukich. The old brat openly stared at the naked female bodies leaving. He winked meaningfully at Denis, bared his teeth unpleasantly, and spat. “Old goat,” Denis thought and entered the washroom. Closing the door behind him, Denis found himself surrounded by clouds of steam emanating from different ends of the small room. Right next to the door, boiling water flowed from a hot tap and crashed noisily on the cement. Not far away stood two medium-sized gangs. “Probably the last ones,” he thought and looked into the depths of the room. There, at a short distance from each other, five naked female figures oohed, aahed, groaned, soaped themselves, talked, doused themselves with hot water from the gangs and had not yet noticed the arrival of new people. At that moment when he was trying to examine and identify this naked, flushed female mass, he heard a voice that made him shudder. “Margarita for bringing the children.” Right next to him, with a basin in his hands, in which his mother gave birth, stood a small, fat, strong 50-year-old woman with saggy giant breasts and a belly the size of a small barrel. This was biologist Nadezhda Karpovna Kulish. “Well, Nadezhda Karpovna, they also need to wash themselves. “Otherwise, mine over there will soon have fleas,” the mother quickly babbled. Many young teachers were afraid of the biological scientist, since enough people had suffered from her black mouth. “Did you read the announcement at the entrance, Margarita?” Nadezhda Karpovna continued mockingly. “Denis is yours in the sixth grade, he’s taking botany from me now.” The mother looked confusedly at Denis, then at the biological scientist, and said with false cheerfulness: “Yes, he’s still small.” Nadezhda Karpov looked Denis up and down, slightly holding his gaze below the waist, and in an arrogant voice defuses the situation, “I’m kidding Ritochka. You really have it: small.” “What a viper,” Denis got angry. He was irritated by this red and sweaty fat woman with matted grayish-colorless hair, folds on her stomach, a double chin, and warts on her neck. At that moment, the biological scientist turned her back to Denis and began pouring boiling water into a basin, putting her huge ass on display for everyone to see, on which she could safely place the TV and not be afraid that it would fall. At this time, the mother handed over all the bath accessories to Anya and, taking both no-one's gangs, began to wait for Nadezhda Karpovna to finish collecting water. Denis again turned his gaze to the washing women. Standing closest to him was a young English teacher, Alena Stanislavovna, who graduated from the pedagogical institute a year ago. The boys behind-the-scenes called this red-haired beauty “Alyonka.” Closing her eyes, she stood and methodically soaped her hair. Her young body arched slightly forward, and her luxurious breasts swayed slightly in time with the movements of her hands. “Just don’t disgrace yourself,” thought Denis and, as if by accident, covered his rising friend with his palm. "Alenka" was wonderful. Denis looked at the triangle between Alenka’s legs. So she spreads her legs and, looking straight at Denis, begins to move the soapy washcloth up and down her pussy. “This is a movie!” thought Denis. His penis was already erect. The teacher saw this. From the knowledge that tomorrow he would meet her in class and they would imagine this meeting in the bathhouse, the boy’s hand instinctively reached out to the woody instrument. His mother handed Denis a three-quarters filled container of boiling water and said: “You see a cold tap in the left corner. Go and slightly dilute this boiling water and you can soap yourself. And I’ll dial the second one and come up to you.” Denis and Anka quickly diluted the water and began to choose which corner to hide in. The women washing were so seated in this small room that it was impossible not to displace anyone. Denis decided to position himself next to Alyonka. Anya didn't mind. She was no longer so embarrassed by Denis’s presence. Brother after all. She no longer tried to cover herself and Denis could watch her curly triangle with pleasure. The freckles, which seemed funny to him ten minutes ago, now looked very cute. Alyonka stood with her back to them and was now soaping her body. She seemed to be facing everyone who was washing, and therefore, as if furtively, she began to soap herself between her buttocks. At this moment, Anya said out of place: “Alena Stanislavovna, it’s okay if we push you back a little.” Denis and Anka squeezed between Alenka and the other women. Denis's thigh touched the young woman's full thigh. “It’s crazy,” the boy’s heart was pounding. Alenka looked mockingly at the erect penis. Denis is fascinated by watching Alenka’s swaying breasts with an unusual elongated mole right above the left nipple. Mother came up. “Alena Stanislavovna, don’t worry. He is with me. “You probably didn’t know that this was my son,” the mother said politely but confidently. Alyonka stammered uncertainly: “Yes, I really didn’t know.” She didn’t want to argue with the head teacher of the school until five minutes later. The mother was supposed to take this position in the new school year after the old head teacher retired. Realizing the absurdity of the situation, Alyonka blushed deeply and, turning away, began to lather herself furiously again. She wanted to run away from here as quickly as possible, realizing that this Kolesnikov would now tell his classmates. Denis looked at her soapy ass with a smile and smiled. Life was wonderful. The mother poured half a glass of water on herself and began to soap her hair. Denis and Anka did the same. Denis actively massaged his hair. The soap ran down and got into my eyes. The slightly excited friend swayed smoothly to the rhythm of his movements. Finally, Denis decided to wash the soap off his head and asked Anka to pour the remaining water on his head. “There’s nothing left in the gang. Go dial a new one. We will divide it in half." Denis snapped and, taking the gang in one hand and rubbing his eyes with the other, headed towards the pouring boiling water. When he seemed to be almost at his goal, slightly hardened from slight excitement, his friend poked into something soft and clearly feminine. A second later, the friend stood up in full combat readiness and Denis began to see clearly, despite the soap still flowing into his eyes. It turns out he bumped into the butt of the school cook Svetlana, who was leaning forward. She turned around menacingly. And unlike Alyonka, she didn’t even think about covering up. Svetlana was a ripe, portly, ruddy, snub-nosed 20-year-old girl with whitish hair and eyelashes. She was tall as a tower, curvy and busty. Svetlana looked down at Denis angrily. He was neither alive nor dead. “Now there will be a scandal,” he thought and blushed slightly. The whole school knew Svetlana’s tinned throat. And she had the strength of a man. One day she beat up a high school student, Zhorka Krivov, who was pestering her, so much that he barely crawled away. But a miracle happened. Seeing that a yellow-mouthed wimp with a dick erect as a stake was standing in front of her, Svetlana laughed. Denis smiled wryly. He realized that he looked rather pitiful. “Listen, kid,” Svetlana, choking with laughter, leaned over and began to whisper in Denis’ ear. “Your friend is already quite tall for your age. Come back in a year or two. You will be a guest." She touched her breasts to Denis's shoulder, pinched his ass and squeezed his penis tightly, jerked it a little, neighed quietly and quickly walked away wagging her big white buttocks. Stunned, Denis stood in front of the filled gang, lowered his penis into it, looked around and, seeing that no one was paying attention to him, began to jerk off. Naked women sat, stood and walked around. A few movements and Denis shuddered. The sperm floated like a worm in the basin.. At that moment the mother came up: “You should only be sent for death. My sister is standing there covered in soap. There's soap in his eyes. And he sat down.” Denis jumped up and quickly walked towards the cold tap. Having diluted the water, he headed to his sister. She really stood there covered in soap with her eyes closed. Hearing Denis put the gang on the floor, she turned around and, without opening her eyes, said suspiciously softly: “Deniska, please rub my back. And then I will help you." And she held out her washcloth at random into the void. Denis took the washcloth. Looking around, he saw that Alyonka had been called by Nadezhda Karpovna and asked to soap her back. Alyonka’s wet red mane developed from her diligent movements, with which she tried to please the biological scientist. Behind them, in the clubs, the couple was soaping up Svetlana. And a little further away, another female figure was helping wash the hair of another smaller figure. But due to the steam and wide forms of Nadezhda Karpovna, Denis had difficulty seeing. “Well, what are you doing,” Anya pushed him impatiently. She came almost close and turned her back. “Still, little sister is really okay,” Denis thought. “What an ass.” Then he began to rub her forehead and back. First, sharply and with a washcloth, then more smoothly and gently with your hands. He stroked her back, examining the reddish scatterings of freckles popping out of the white soap foam. Anya first strained, but then relaxed under this inept, but so gentle and native male affection. So none of the boys still touched her. Denis reached the buttocks with smooth movements. He soaped his hand and began to stroke the left buttock with a washcloth with his right hand. Nobody seemed to notice this. He heard that the mother with someone is unraveling at the hot crane. With each movement of Denis, Anya was supplied slightly back and knocked down to his body. A friend was produced. Feeling where he was, Denis gently spent between the buttocks of his sister. She fudishly let his hand into some fantastically pleasant warmth. But she realized, she first squeezed his hand and then recoiled and strugged with a stink: “Enough. You can water me. ”Denis began to slowly water his sister from the gang, with pleasure watching how she strokes his body smearing and washing off the soap. “Well, you can go to get a gang again and I will help you,” said Anya, ending her procedure. Denis quickly walked to the hot tap. Looking at the room filled with a lazy grayish steam, he saw that his mother stood near the biology with Alyonka and talked about something lively with them. At the crane himself, he saw that his classmate Olya Danchenko, the daughter of a physical education teacher Lyudmila Borisovna, looked at him, with his eyes full of confusion and even fright. The physical culture itself stood with her back to him and scored water in a gang. Olya was higher than Denis and more than half a year older. She was already 13. She was engaged in rhythmic gymnastics. And her young body with small elastic grapefruit of the breasts was great. The first beauty of the 6th grade looked at Denis with her eyes full of surprise, embarrassment, and hatred. Her usually wavy golden hair with wet masses fell on her shoulders, blue, like the sky after the rain, her eyes were preparing to burst with tears, her face was filled with paint, and the upper lip trembled. This dumb scene lasted 2-3 seconds. “Mom, what he was doing here,” Olya screeched, hiding behind her hands and hiding behind her upbringing mother. Lyudmila Borisovna was 32 years old. This strong curly brown -haired woman was a international master of volleyball and 10 years ago even spent several matches for the Olympic team. Her body was not particularly elegant. It is rather sexually impressive. "Lyudochka" angrily looked at Denis. He was not alive not dead, but suddenly he saw his approaching mother. Lyudochka instantly assessed the situation. She did not want to scandal with the future head teacher, but muttered through her teeth: "Remember Kolesnikov, I will not leave it like that." Pushing ahead in front of herself in the state of either tetanus or trance Olya, she quickly left. Mother opened big eyes on Denis. “You are still in soap. I washed myself. Your sister seems to wash. What are you doing." Quickly collecting water in both gangs, mother and Denis went back to the corner where Anya stood. She realized that she will not have to help Denis today. Mother quickly doused him with hot water. For a minute, it soaped him and washed off the water. "Ready. You can leave, ”she proclaimed. Denis in the posts glanced at washing women, and rushed after his mother and sister. The heated they went out of the wasching into a cooler locker room and quickly began to wipe themselves. There were several more women in different stages of separation in the room. Mathematics Elena Aleksandrovna, retirement age, a woman, apparently only went in and only hung her fur coat on a hook. She greeted her mother, looked reproachfully at Denis and began to rummage in her bag. Next to her in one shirt sat a thin 40-year-old brunette in large glasses and neatly folded her sweater. It was a singing teacher Natalya Yuryevna. And not far from them, completely naked, she put underwear in her bag, a 20-year-old trainee Eleanor Gennadievna, who herself graduated from this school three years ago. Her rounded calls in the last time this day excited Denis. The Kolesnikov family wiped quite quickly, dressed, and left the premises of the raging block. They went to the stop. Denis did not notice anything around. Snow flew into his face, and he still felt the pair of washingly. It was the happiest day in his young life. Denis thought whether to come again here with his sister. That's just whether she will decide ...
Swimming in the summer in the village and in the country
In summer you could swim outside in water heated by the sun. In this painting by Vladimir Gusev, a baby splashes in a galvanized steel bathtub while his mother hangs out the washed clothes.
Vladimir Sergeevich Gusev (born 1957) Bathing
Kopytseva Maya Kuzminichna (1924-2005) Bathing. 1960s
Tatyana Anatolyevna Kalyn (Mikhneva) (born 1969) Happiness in its purest form
Tatyana Anatolyevna Kalyn (Mikhneva) (born 1969) Happiness in its purest form II.
Andrey Gavrilovich Lysenko (1916-2000) “Bathing a child”
Arkady Aleksandrovich Plastov (Russia, 1893-1972) “Hot afternoon” 1960s
Maria Vladimirovna Savchenkova (Russia, 1917) “Afternoon in a manger”
