When we bought our home, one of the perks of living in this subdivision was the community swim club. For a nominal HOA each year, we are able to use the two pools and tennis courts all summer long.
Now that we are in full swing of summer, we have been going down to the swim club for an evening dip. The first dip of the summer occurred last week after dinner.
I look back to last summer when Alexandra had just turned 1 year old and how much she loved being in the water. Now, a year later, she forgot how much she liked the pool and was petrified to put her toes in. After a little bit of coaxing from Dad, she held open her arms for him and went in. She looked so cute in her one shoulder pink leopard bathing suit gripping onto her daddy as if her life depended on it. She wanted nothing to do with the tube I bought her. Just wanted her daddy.
After some time and when I noticed her toes and fingers were all wrinkled, it was time to get out and dry off. I stripped off her suit only to find my worst nightmare has come true.
How many of us remember the classic 80s movie Caddyshack? The scene at the public pool where the kids are swimming and one kid spots a long poop floating in the pool? Only to find out it was a candy bar after the whole pool was drained?
It came true for me.
She pooped. In her swim diaper. IN THE POOL.
At first, I didn’t know what I was looking at. After I peeled her suit off halfway is when I noticed the corn on her back. How did corn get on her back?? Then I went to peel off the diaper and my question was answered.
NOOOOOOOOOOOOO! This cannot be happening to me right now.
I wanted to scream. I prayed that no one saw me. There was a life guard on her stand about 10 feet away. A mother and her book in the other direction. I glanced at the pool – are there pieces floating?
THE HORROR!!!
I picked up Alexandra and walked (steadily) to the girl’s bathroom. Stripped her down and turned on the shower. Then I remember – she’s deathly afraid of the shower! No mommy, no shower. No mommy.
All I can say is I am so happy I grabbed that small box of wipes before I walked out the door.
I cleaned her up as best I could, rinsed her suit off and told Dan – Let’s Go. We ran down the street to our house and I put her little shriveled body in the bathtub. A few minutes later she was all wrapped up in warm dry pajamas and was happy as a bug.
A few nights later, we attempted at the pool again. Dan asked me where her swim diapers so I yelled up the stairs “in her closet”. Once again, Alexandra wanted to wear her kitty suit and off we went. This time, we went before dinner. And of course, I brought extra diapers, wipes and dry clothes.
This time, I went in the water with her. It felt so good to be in the warm heated pool. Alexandra was a little more excited and actually played on the steps and railing without me holding her. She still wanted nothing to do with her arm floaties. Maybe one day!
I am swooshing around in the water and I noticed Alexandra’s diaper was really swollen with water. I pulled her suit back and my mouth drops. A PULL UP! That isn’t a swim diaper!
Dan! I yelled to him. You put a PULL UP on her! (Note to “Dad’s” the swim diaper bag is clearing labeled!!!!!!!!)
The other mom in the pool was listening to me. I swear, I saw her slowly shake her head back and forth.
Mortified again, we got Alexandra out of the pool and stripped her down. The swollen diaper was so full of water, it explodes around her before we can even get it off of her. Once again, we are running out of the pool and down the street for the bathtub.
This is going to be a long summer!!!!! What’s next?? Hopefully, we can make our third (maybe) upcoming visit to the pool with no mishaps!
