About three weeks ago, G and I were doing our morning routine. We get up, have a bottle, and then he eats breakfast in his high chair while I lay out his daycare things, put a few dishes away, and tidy up a bit in the kitchen. Then we get him dressed and he plays in his playpen while I get dressed. Then daycare, and work. Carefully orchestrated, and like clockwork. This day was different, however...
Grayson was eating his waffles in his highchair, and I was flitting around getting things ready for the day. I needed to leave the room for a sec to get his favorite blanket, and he got quiet. Not quiet, but QUIET. He usually babbles to his breakfast, the dogs, the chair..we discuss our day, or sing, and I left the room for ten seconds and he hadn't made a sound. Not a good thing. Mommy-alarms started going off. I ran the twenty whole feet back into the kitchen.
My heart stopped.
G was sitting rigid in his highchair, with clenched fists. His face was beet red, and his eyes were protruding. He had a glassy eyed look and he WASN"T BREATHING! AAARARRAAGH!!!
MYBABYMYBABYMYBABYOMGOMG_ HE IS CHOKING CHOKING OMG MY BABY
Kicking the trash can out of the way (and really, it actually wasn't in the way, but I managed to kick it anyway) and leaped onto the highchair like an enraged Mama bear. Threw the tray across the room like Frisbee, where it hit the kitchen island...
MYBABY OMG OMG OMG I KNOW CPR CPU BLT RVT SMU AND PLIT!! I CAN HEIMLICH ANYTHING THAT HAS A WINDPIPE I TOOK A CLASS OMG OMG MYBABY MY BABYMYBABY
I really was freaking right the hell out. Like a big 'ol class a flipping freakout. His eyes, his face..I fumbled with the straps of the highchair and yoinked him out. Okay, open his mouth and try to remove any blockage with a finger...AAAARRRRGH.....
Then all of a sudden, he was back to normal and giving me a dirty look for spraying his waffles all over the kitchen and rudely snatching him up and trying to stick a finger in his mouth. Wha?? He started making a very familiar "hnk, hnk, HNK" noise..
Then the smell hit me. My baby was not choking. My baby was fine. I, however, was in a cold sweat, had an abnormal heartbeat, and may have broken a toe.
I feel like such a dork. After a replacement waffle which I fed him myself, we were back on track. I have never been so scared. To his credit, though- he did a pretty mighty diaper that time. Just no more sweet potato casserole for awhile. And obviously, I need to get a checkup, because I think I blew an artery or something. I have never been so happy to be wrong.