If you took certain parts of my life and filmed it, they might fit nicely into a K-drama. From having a cystectomy to remove giant ovarian cysts, meeting my hub online, not seeing how he looked like until the day we met in real life, to Elise’s retinoblastoma, it’s like God was trying to be funny.
Emmett used to cling onto me when he was in the water until I put on arm floats on him and he realised that he could swim. Relying on arm floats can be dangerous and give a false sense of confidence. Sure enough, he’s been playing in the medium 0.9M pool with the bigger kids while I watch from a near distance. Yesterday, we ended our swim session earlier than usual. After a quick shower, I offered to let them play at the playground. Elise walked ahead, I followed with the stroller and Emmett trailed behind. Or so I thought. 99% of the time he’s either in the stroller or walking ahead. Not long after, I heard a woman shout, “有小孩跳进去！” “A kid jumped in!”. I turned around and what did I see?Emmett in his clothes with mask on, submerged in the pool with the water above his head. As opposed to drowning scenes in shows, drowning victims do not flail their arms around and shout for help.
Emmett was as still as a statue (hurhur punny) and he neither showed any sign of struggle, nor attempt to float. I may not be an expert swimmer, but I can do a decent breaststroke. Besides, I wasn’t going to wait for someone else to swim across the length of the pool to save him. I would love to say I dived in immediately, but my logical mind knew that removing my phone and slingbag wouldn’t take more than a second. I hopped into the pool and brought him up to safety. We were two soaking wet bodies with no spare clothes, but we were alive.
He didn’t get any water in his lungs, a fact that was confirmed by him being very alert and conscious and wailing. 🙄 I took off his wet top and brought them both for an ice cream treat by the roadside and then for dinner. 🙄 Emmett, giving us heart attacks since 2017.