Sunday saw Boo go swimming for the first time. Both He and Me took her with the stinkies coming along to splash around like loons in the big pool.
At 7 months old Boo is relatively late to the swimming game, yet due to her being early and struggling to maintain her body temperature initially (I never want to see a hot cot again) we thought it was best to wait. The water would always be there and we wanted it to be a happy experience for her.
We’d received loads of advice in the days before with the majority saying that we would be lucky if she stayed in for more than a few minutes; so armed with a bunch of towels and the cutest swimming costume there ever was we headed down to our local pool. The walk from the changing village (I still don’t get mixed changing!) to the teaching pool with Boo in my arms felt like I was walking the plank – I was literally perspiring with sheer nerves. I’d imagined this moment for months and it was one of those future memories that kept me focused when Boo was premature.
I don’t know what I was worried about. She absolutely loved it – we were in the pool for over half an hour and by the end she was kicking and splashing away as if to say ‘why haven’t you brought me here before you moronic parents!’
For He and me it was one of first truly ‘Proud parent’ moments; here was our beautiful little girl – our creation demonstrating that she’s just fine in fact she’s blooming marvellous.
On the way out we signed her up for a course of swimming lessons so who knows this time next year she may be swimming the Channel. So ok I doubt she’ll be that proficient in long distance swimming but I’m sure she’ll be doing swimmingly.
Mummy
