I went to a bbq tonight at a coworkers house and I let ds go into the pool. I was watching him and kept telling him to stay on the shallow end since he can't swim. All I remember is reaching down and grabbing him out of the pool, grateful that he was close enough to the edge that I could just grab him out. I don't remember seeing him start to drown, I don't remember running to the pool, I only remember pulling him out. It scared the crap out of me and I think it scared him. I'm just so happy I was watching him and paying attention, I can't imagine what could have happened if it took me a minute longer to get there. I have been thinking about putting him in swimming lessons at the YMCA for a while now. Now I will be signing him up in a few weeks when I finally have a day off. It all just feels so unreal.