Wednesday was eventful. Stephen and Steve went outside in the morning so Stephen could ride his bike. Stephen took a spill doing a fast turn and scraped his elbow. He was really mad about it.
We spent much of the morning by the pool.
After I put Mi Na down for her nap and Steve put Stephen down for his nap, I watched Mei Li swim in the pool while Steve went out to the beach. The other adults were so far out and only waist deep. So Steve joined the others and when Dorothy came to watch the kids in the pool I went out to join Steve.
To make a long story short, I just about drowned in the Atlantic Ocean. Scott and Sarah had just made it back and Scott warned me about how hard it was swimming beyond the sandbar. I took note, but thought I could do it anyway. And just like Scott said, it got really hard. For a little while, even with Steve right beside me, helping me, I thought I was going to drown. We weren't making progress and the shore seemed so far away. I actually fantasized about natural child birth, thinking anything seemed better than what I was feeling right then.
Steve convinced me in spite of the embarrassment I was sure to feel, it was better to go back to shore than drown in pursuit of those shallow waters. So I floated on my back, letting the waves carry me to shore. And then all I wanted to do was cry and fall asleep on the sand, but Steve made me drink some water and get up. Whatever. I hated that half hour of my life.
Thankfully, there were happier hours later in the day.
Stephen loved making the wings of his dragon flap up and down.
A yellow and white polka dotted baby bum. Doesn't it just make you love the whole world?
Mei Li's favorite spot to fly her butterfly was in the ocean.
It was a happy time for our little family.
Later that evening, Dorothy volunteered to comb Mei Li's hair. I don't know why, but that simple act of service warmed my heart so much.
It was a good day, you know, for the most part.
After I put Mi Na down for her nap and Steve put Stephen down for his nap, I watched Mei Li swim in the pool while Steve went out to the beach. The other adults were so far out and only waist deep. So Steve joined the others and when Dorothy came to watch the kids in the pool I went out to join Steve.
To make a long story short, I just about drowned in the Atlantic Ocean. Scott and Sarah had just made it back and Scott warned me about how hard it was swimming beyond the sandbar. I took note, but thought I could do it anyway. And just like Scott said, it got really hard. For a little while, even with Steve right beside me, helping me, I thought I was going to drown. We weren't making progress and the shore seemed so far away. I actually fantasized about natural child birth, thinking anything seemed better than what I was feeling right then.
Steve convinced me in spite of the embarrassment I was sure to feel, it was better to go back to shore than drown in pursuit of those shallow waters. So I floated on my back, letting the waves carry me to shore. And then all I wanted to do was cry and fall asleep on the sand, but Steve made me drink some water and get up. Whatever. I hated that half hour of my life.
Thankfully, there were happier hours later in the day.
It was a good day, you know, for the most part.
2 comments:
i almost drowned in the pacific ocean! okay, not really, but i did have to get rescued by a (marine :) lifeguard. so embarrassing... i think i was 14 at the time.
i'm so glad you didn't drown, and i remember how scary it feels not being able to get back in. since that time, i haven't actually gone swimming in the ocean. i'll wade in up to my waist, and that's about as far as i'll go.
Haha...I loved "Whatever. I hated that half hour of my life." I can imagine you saying that...and can imagine myself saying the same thing!
Glad you're OK!
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