Water Babies

I'll recount one of my first huge faux pas; a classic new mommy moment.

I had Madeline for the weekend. I was pumped. I like taking charge for a while. A little consistency and setting things up my way. On the last day Maddie had swim class. I was excited to be doing something new with my little favorite. I adored Maddie (and will talk of her often and our "special" relationship) and couldn't wait to jump in the pool with others moms and babies. I got her suited up and we had a great class blowing bubbles and floating on our backs. It was a great experience and I was really able to enjoy a mommy-and-me class as a participant, not an organizer. When class was over I put on her cover up and thought we were good to go. Mistake number one. We stopped at Starbucks on the way home (it was 9a on Saturday morning, and I was only 20 at the time). I noticed my shirt was exceptionally wet, but figured her suit was wetter than I realized and holding her got me good. By the time we got home I realized I was really soaking and figured we both needed to get washed up before her aunt and uncle came to pick her up. Madeline stood by the garage door and there I saw it, a constant stream from her bathing suit to a puddle on the ground. I was definitely not wet with pool water. I rushed us both into the shower trying not to think about being covered in urine. In the shower, Maddie slipped and got upset, seconds later I hear a banging at the door; aunt and uncle were early. I had to answer the door in a towel with an upset child and soaking clothes and puddles all over the house.

What a mess. I learned my lesson: change the diaper immediately after swimming.