I Don't Think I Will Sleep Much Tonight
First, let me preface. I have debated about this post for the last three hours. I recognize in writing this post that the situation itself places judgement. I do not mean to judge, but simply recap a very difficult situation I was a part of today. Just the facts. No strings attached.
You see, in the summer, if we are not home, we are at the pool. We live there. Our kids wake up and immediately want their swim suits on. The question is asked a million times, "is it time to go swimming yet?" They wait all year for these few weeks of water.
Today was no different. It was around 1pm and everyone was in the water. Our 8 and 5 year old were doing tricks off the high dive while I sat on the steps with our daughter. She is almost 2. Once off the steps, the water is 3 ft deep. The further you get from the steps, the deeper the water. It gradually goes from 3ft to 5ft etc.
As I was sitting and playing with our youngest, I noticed a little boy who looked about three. He was tall enough to stand on the bottom of the 3ft pool, and was playing in the water. Before long he was making his way further away from the steps. I was watching our oldest children at the other end of the pool, watching our youngest, and now, couldn't stop looking at this little boy.
He started to look like he was in trouble. The water was above his mouth but he didn't seem to be panicking. I couldn't tell. I looked around for a parent. I looked up at the life guard. She was at the edge of her seat also trying to decide if this boy needed help.
The "watching game" went on for about 60 seconds. It seemed like 5 minutes. Both of us honed in on this young boy. I hollered at the life guard and asked her if she wanted me to get him.
She didn't have time to answer me, she was too busy jumping in. As she was jumping in I was grabbing my daughter off the steps, heading toward the little boy.
The life guard wrapped her arms around him just as I grabbed his arm.
He was in trouble. He was drowning. Really drowning. He was in shock and showed no dramatic signs of distress. He was just sinking. Seeing a child drowning is unsettling.
The life guard was great. She got him out, got him breathing correctly, and went through all the correct procedures.
Other lifeguards came to help, but when all was settled she said to him in a very friendly voice, "Let's get a life jacket on you, okay?"
Then she asked "Where is your mom?" No one had huddled around the drama to claim him.
The life guard got the boy's life jacket on and then they started to find who he belonged to.
They found his mother, at a table, her back to the pool.
Painting Her Nails.
I spent extra time putting our children to bed. I just couldn't leave them. They didn't see my tears, but I shed them.
It will be a long time before I forget today. Probably Never.