When Frog was first born, nearly 14 months ago, I knew one thing: she was going to be a water baby.
I didn’t know how I’d get on breastfeeding. I didn’t know what kind of bedtime routine we’d have. I didn’t even know if she would sleep in her own cot or in a moses basket at the side of our bed. The only parenting decision I had properly made was one involving water and swimming. Continue reading