Bianca's bath and the seagulls' remorse

Our apartment is small. Its good size for a Spanish flat, its three bedrooms two baths, but the space is used very well, which in turn, makes it fairly small. Our two bathrooms are next to each other. I'm sure this made it easier during construction and plumbing, but neither is very big and both have the bidet and the toilet facing each other, separated by about 10 inches. It reminds me of the Love Toilet from the SNL sketch years ago. Also residing in this 6 x 6 space in the master bath is a tub and a sink. Our Bianca Bath Plan involves one of us taking a shower, creating plenty of steam in the bathroom - and warmth - and then the other bursting in with our little bundle when the shower ends so we can give her a sponge bath in optimal conditions. We have to lay her on the floor on her changing mat; in between the sink, toilet, bidet, tub and the toiletries' 3 shelf rack. Inevitably she starts fussing (we've only done this twice, but I see a pattern forming), which feels like a "Hurry Up!" signal to me. Full blown crying may happen.

Being near the sea has one distinct disadvantage; seagulls. The geniuses that laid out our building put vents in the bathrooms and the kitchen to run through ductwork to chimneys on the roof. Since we're near the top of the hill, and 6 stories to boot, our roof has a wonderful vantage point. The seagulls sit there and shriek all day long. The sound carries perfectly down the ducts and into our bathrooms, which are tiled. This endless cacophony kept me awake when we first moved in until I learned to close the bathroom doors at night. Now our little Sobi is exacting my sonic revenge.