Swim class started off really well - the instructor insisted that Lucy was heads above other babies she had taught. I radiated with her praise, thought "I'm doing a great job getting this kid comfortable in the water." And, yes, she loves the water.
She splashes - not minding at all if her face gets wet, sticking her tongue out to catch the rivulets of water as they run down those baby cheeks. She squeals with delight at the wetness of it all.
She plays with the toys she is given - mostly sticking them straight into her mouth. But she is at home in the water. Well, she was at home in the water... but she seems to be getting less comfortable in it. The first day she was on her back, no problem, floating around and smiling. Now, she clings to me, grasping at my bathing suit. We got her used to being on her back in the water by nursing - perhaps that is what she expects now - but somehow I think the folks at the public pool might not smile on a nursing infant. Unfortunate.
We had a really great day when she finally conceded to what we'd been working on - blowing bubbles. And then, she decided to inhale. Now it seems nearly every time her face comes into contact with the water she gasps. I wish I could explain that it's supposed to go the other way.
Today she was really unhappy until I finally got her back in water that was shallow enough that she could touch. Then, she seemed at ease again - began blowing those raspberries that are the precursor to bubbles. So, we ended on a positive tone. Until next week, I think we'll do some nursing in the bathtub.