It's taken us a very long time to help Andrea adjust to baths. When I brought her home from the hospital I discovered her amazing talent of peeing during diaper changes. She not only scored high points for quantity of urine, but aim as well. Her little squirts somehow managed to seep their way up the changing mat into her mullet and I would call for Paul to rescue me with a baby tub of bath water. Poor little Andrea's face would turn a sad shade of violet from the pressure of her screams, but I hoped as she got older her tears would turn to giggles as she splashed in the tub. Seven months later my wait ended and my sensitive and cautious baby decided that bath time was no longer fatal (provide I ensure she not drown). I took this as a sign that she was ready for the pool.
We left the pool while she was still happy hoping she'll want to go back. I know I do!