Alcohol might be my problem

The swimming pool was deep like an ocean, you don't know where it ends or whats down there. But it was a pool and it was deep all the way to the edge of its angular, C-shaped island. I got in all of a sudden, talked to some people for a minute, then I saw the baby, face down in the water. The situation became ready to hand. I got out of the water to pull the baby out. With the same amount of precision and confidence, I attempted three times to lift the baby out of the water, scraping it and drawing blood each time. I rushed it to the library where a nurse in white was waiting to take it from me. I went into the library for a glass of water. I came out and there was the baby standing on a path next to the pool. It was Robbie. All I could do was stammer, "but, you were just so small," and gesture the size of a baby.
"Everyday, I would come home before everyone else and mix myself a drink," he explained to the group around him. "It dulls the senses you know," he added, tapping on his head.