...and not a fun one. On Friday morning, I fed Ellie around 6:30 am and then set her back in her rock and play so mommy could get a little more sleep. She fell right back to sleep. Around 7:30, I heard a startling noise that immediately raised my mommy hackles. I looked over at E and she was literally choking, it appeared on spit up. I grabbed her, flipped her over, and patted her back like we were showed in our infant CPR class, and she started crying (which was the best noise I've ever heard). But she kept going in and out of choking - it was like the spit up was stuck and wouldn't move. Brad grabbed the bulb syringe and we used it in her mouth like we did when she was first born, and used the nasal aspirator as well. What came out was essentially stringy saliva, which was why it was so hard to get rid of. I'm sure the whole ordeal from start to finish was only about 5 minutes, but it.was.terrifying. I refused to put her back down, so she spent the next couple of hours on my chest.
Needless to say, that night, I was nervous to put her to bed, but we made it through the night without incident. Saturday morning, Brad was still sleeping and I got up to changer her diaper. Halfway through the diaper change, it happened again. Unfortunately, I had taken her dirty diaper off, but had yet to get a fresh one on or wipe the poop that was on her bum. I grabbed her off the table, flipped her over, and calmly but firmly asked Brad for some help. He told me later my tone was so calm it freaked him out. He came tearing around the corner of the bed, slipping but hopping right back up asking what he could do. As he was getting out of bed, Ellie decided it was a perfect time to start to pee, and so as he's asking what he can do, I'm getting peed on and it's going all over the carpet. I remark on this, and so Brad, in his half awake stupor puts his hands out to try to catch the liquid that's falling to the floor. I am half laughing, and since Ellie has started to calm down, I asked him for a wipe, as my hands were cradling a poopy butt. Still half asleep, he starts to run out the bedroom door, presumably headed for her nursery. Again I start laughing, as there are wipes directly behind me on her changing table. We got cleaned up, the choking was under control, and we proceeded to laugh for the rest of the day about how Brad tried to catch pee.
Fortunately, we survived Sunday without another episode. Fingers crossed this was only a two day tradition.
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