I hear Andrew call for me "Jaime get down here, quick. I need your little fingers." I don't think I have ever heard his voice that panicked. My mind instantly thought, "Noah is choking on something". Sure enough, he was choking on something. By the time I got my fingers in his mouth it was gone. There was drool hanging from his mouth to the floor - tinged the blood. Not a pretty sight. Andrew held him up and I said "well, he is breathing". We never were able to see what it was he was choking on.
We watched him for a while and he seemed okay. Perhaps a bit uncomfortable from the experience. I asked Andrew if he thought I should still go to my party and he said "just go if you're going to go". Okay then, I'll go.
Drove there, signed in and got a text from Andrew, "I wouldn't mind it if you came home now. Noah likes his crying." My husband is so low key that for the regular person that sort of a text would mean, "EMERGENCY, GET HOME NOW. I'M GOING CRAZY." Or maybe that's just me.
So I headed home. Noah had been crying a lot when I got there but I was able to calm him down and get him to sleep.
He woke an hour later very fussy and uncomfortable. His breathing was fine but I was concerned he had swallowed something and it was stuck. So I made the decision to take him to the ER. I say "I" in this instance because Andrew would probably never take a kid to a medical professional to check them out "just in case". He was okay with me going, though. :)
X-ray's showed nothing and many people listened to his breathing in the ER and he was fine. We came home and he slept okay that night but was a little restless.
Several days passed and I kept checking diapers in order to try to solve the mystery of what he may have swallowed. Yesterday, I found this . . .
It is a smallish stem from a rose, complete with thorns! See?! Why would anyone put that in their mouth and then swallow!? No wonder he seemed to be in pain!!
I did end up calling the doctor because I was concerned his insides would be all torn up. He said that if he wasn't bleeding or showing any other signs of great distress then he was probably okay. Hmm!
It is really an understatement to say that my life has changed. It really changed when Noah started crawling but now I realize just how much he can and will get into. This is not all. I have pulled a bandaid (yuck), rock, piece of tin foil, and Kleenex from his mouth in the last week.
I don't suppose I can accurately describe how much this stresses me out. I usually vacuum every day. Not necessarily every room every day but in the general area where we live and eat, I do. One day, I completely cleared the living room of everything except giant huge toys, set Noah down, walked out to get something and I turned around only to find him chewing on a pen!! I do believe Elsie had given it to him. With other kids, even if I get a room completely clean and babyproofed, it can be destroyed in minutes!
Abigail is good at helping but she is the one that has a lot of the "little" things that need to be kept safe, such as jewelry, etc. Whew! I feel unable to leave him for more than a moment or two. Makes me craaaazy!!
I am so torn everyday because my baaaaby is growing up so fast and I want it to slow down. He is such a darling but yet I am not in love with this stage. Even when I am pretty stern with him and tell him "no" he will still stick things in his mouth while I watch. He is cruising the furniture easily so he will probably be walking soon (sniff sniff) and then this stage will be over.
So . . . that's the most recent adventure in our house.
If I'm not blogging much it is because I'm cleaning the floors!!!!!