OMG! My heart was in my throat on Sunday before my body could react to what had just occurred. Thankfully my dad was not as slow to react as me and all was fine.
The little man said he wanted to see nanna and grandpa on Sunday morning when he woke up so I rang to see if they were going to be home and that we would be popping out if that was ok. All good so we got ourselves ready into the car and off on the 50 minute drive to their house.
When we arrived he just wanted to play with the toys that are there and nothing else. So we posed the question of feeding the ducks at Ringwood Lake. He thought this would be fun and off we went.
Arriving at the Lake we had to park in an area that had been fertilised recently and the little man kept saying “why can I smell animal poo?” “Animal poo stinks and it is yucky!” Once we cleared the smelly area all was good and we could see the ducks on the lake.
We had three pieces of bread to feed the ducks and out on the deck we ventured. To begin with he was throwing the tiniest pieces of bread to the ducks that they couldn’t even see the motion or the ripple in the water. I showed him what size to break off and watch them come to us. He loved it and we had mentioned not to get too close to the edge as no fence and to be careful.
After getting a bit zealous with his throwing of his bread the unthinkable happened, well in hindsight probably not that unthinkable, he did a big throw and followed the bread in the water.
I’m standing there thinking I have bags in my hands and do I strip off to jump in after him blah blah blah going through my head. Whilst I’m thinking this my dad is on his tummy reaching in the water to grab my little man and pull him up. I am still thinking am I going to have to get in there because I’m not a great swimmer and it’s going to be bloody freezing!!!! How deep is it as well due to being out on the deck???
Dad got him and pulled him out of the water, not a mean feat mind you as he had on boots and a thick pullover due to having a cold and asthma so this added to his normal weight of around 22kgs. He was so good and more in shock than anything else and freezing of course!! He didn’t panic and he didn’t thrash about, mind you it literally happened in the blink of an eye. He kept saying “I fell into the dirty duck water.” All I wanted to do was cuddle the heck out of him but he was soaking wet.
As we walked back to the car he kept saying that he had fallen into the dirty duck water and then added that they had hit him on his head with their feet! I think it might have been his Grandpa trying to get a grip of him.
As the day wore on the story of his fall got bigger and bigger, which was very cute.
Can’t tell you how grateful I am to my dad and that my little man was ok and didn’t seem to have any side effects from his impromptu swim on the dirty duck water.
after the fall (grandpa in the background) – drowned rat