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Thursday, January 22, 2009
Cherry Lesson
Around 2:15pm I was eating cherries that my mom in law gave to me last night. Phoebe started whining and eventually I let her suck on half of the one I was eating, that happened a few times and everything was fine. Then the last one I gave her decided to slip out of my finger tips as she was sucking on it. So down goes the cherry half. It comes to my attention that they're little esophagus isn't big enough to handle that so for just a mili-second I watch to see if she'll just spit it out- nope. I can see that she can't breathe so I swoop her up out of her highchair, put her over my knee, hold her tummy over my left arm, and with my right arm I smack her on the back, she starts crying weakly, but no cherry... so I smack her on the back again and this time I see the cherry on the floor. I pick her up and try to soothe a not crying baby which was weird because I thought she'd be totally freaked out. I was the freaker-outer. She was fine- just fine. Here I am a nervous wreck, but nothing to worry about. Point made- never give cherry halves to a child without teeth- tey'll suck it up and choke on it.
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