Daphne
Despite the fact that we had showered at the swanky fitness center where Bella took Liam for his Mommy and Me infant swim classes, I could still smell the chlorine in my hair.
It had been fun though, playing in the water with Liam, watching him swim like he was half-merman instead of a werewolf. The swimming instructor told us that the swimming motions were instinctual and reflexive, that babies are born knowing not to inhale the water, and that their heart and respiration rates automatically adjust to enable them to swim, almost effortlessly. With practice, the involuntary amphibian reflexes would become voluntary leg kicking and paddling. Liam had already learned to roll onto his back and float, in what the instructor called “self rescue.”
It sure beat the summer swim lessons I
