Accidents and Pools

I dropped the kids off at swimming lessons and left to run a few errands.  While my groceries were being scanned, my phone rings and it’s Will.  Crap, this is not good.

“Hey, Will, what’s wrong?” I asked quickly.

“The baby had an accident,” he informed me.

Did she hit her head on the diving board?  Did she almost drown?  “Is she okay?” I inquired, feeling the panic rising.

“Oh yeah, she’s fine.  She went to the bathroom on herself,” Will said.

“Oh, okay.”  The relief poured off me.  I thanked God my baby was okay.  “I’ll be there in ten minutes.”

They finished bagging my groceries, put them in the car, and raced back to the pool.  I didn’t see her sitting on the bench or near the office, where was she?  Then I saw her and Mr. Will.  Mr. Will was rinsing her down.  Oh, she pooped on herself.  How in the world did that happen?

“See there’s Mommy,” I heard him say as I walked up to them.

“Hey, Baby, are you okay?”

She nodded, as she tried to avoid the water getting into her face.

“We were swimming in the deep end and she said, ‘Mr. Will, I have to go to the bathroom.’ I picked her up and put her on the ground and she said, ‘I can’t make it.’,” he informed me, as he washed poop down the drain.

That’s awesome.  “Okay, baby, let’s go get cleaned up.”

Will finished hosing her off and the ground, while we went to get her change.

There are some moments when you are grateful for all the little things.  Thank God I didn’t pick her up, that bathing suit was filled with poop.  Thank God, she didn’t do it in the pool, that’s what I happily reminded myself as I cleaned out her bathing suit and showered her down.  Thank God this was the first time it happened and praying it was the last time.