I was six years old when my baby brother almost drowned. We were boarding a friend's boat that was moored on a rickety old jetty. I was already on board, and my parents were walking along the uneven wooden planks in the dark. My mother came first, carrying my baby brother, a precious bundle only ten days old. As she turned around and handed her newborn over to my Dad so she could climb aboard, Dad stepped backwards slightly only to have his foot crash through a rotten plank. Horror-struck, I watched my baby brother fly through the air and land in the middle of the creek.
The tide was slack and the tidal waters still, which probably saved his life. Both my parents jumped into the water at once, and reached under simultaneously, grappling blindly, convulsively, for their baby. From out of the muddy waters they found him and hauled him out, while I screamed non-stop from the boat. My baby brother survived - in fact, that little muddy bundle hardly even blinked.
The rest of my family were completely traumatised but a trip to the Mater Children’s Hospital allayed any further fears for his safety. It was a moment in time that I will never forget. And neither will my parents. Now that I'm a mum, water safety has always been a priority for my family. Our children have been able to float on their back from the age of six months. We've spent thousands of dollars on swimming lessons and at the ages of four and six, they no longer need floaties to swim. So while we no longer have to be IN the water at the same time as our children, we know enough about the dangers to know one of us still needs to be NEXT to them while they're swimming. ALL THE TIME. That means no distractions, fully focused and sober. The pool gate still needs to stay closed all the time. The rules of the pool (no running, diving etc) need to be adhered to with strict consequences if they're broken.