I couldn't let it go last night. I kept asking Nik to describe for me how everything transpired at the pool. There were a lot of tears, a lot of protests and through it all Oliver kept his hands clamped tightly over his ears.
I wanted to say that we would just keep trying but if the noise were truly that upsetting I wondered if attempting to "de-sensitize" him would just be cruel.
So before going to bed I sent off an e-mail to the director of a local health facility describing our situation and asked if they would consider donating a membership to us (it is quite expensive). In the morning I got a response asking us to come in, get a tour of the facilities, and fill out an application. It isn't a sure thing because our request has to go before a committee, but I'm so glad I thought to ask.
I've been thinking lately about how to organize our time now that it is just me and the kids at home everyday. It's easy to just kind of go with the flow and not worry about structure. But I decided a few weeks ago that I needed a bit more organization to make sure that the time we spend together is more purposeful. So I sketched out a rough schedule for the week and given how much Oliver has come to love the pool, swimming figured prominently in the week.
But what is that they say about the best laid plans?
The pool opened today under a bubble. And Oliver would not go inside. Nik was with the two boys and reported that he tried all sorts of strategies to convince him that it was OK. But once inside Oliver could only curl up in a ball with his hands over his ears and a towel wrapped around his head. Apparently the sound of the air pumps keeping the bubble inflated is too much for him.
I'm not sure if we should try again. I may give it a shot and see if his sensitivity to the noise might lessen if he grows used to it.
Otherwise, I'm afraid I'll have a fish out of water for the next nine months.