Scary

Today was one of the scariest days of my life. Meghan and I were sitting in the kitchen. She was sitting in her highchair eating a teething biscuit (which she has done before, plenty of times) and I was eating lunch right next to her. All of a sudden she starts gagging a little ... which she tends to do ... I look up at her to check, just to make sure, and she's no longer gagging and she's deep red/purple. Scared the hell out of me. Thankfully, years of being a Paramedic kicked in. I grabbed her out of the high chair (took two attempts because I forgot to unstrap her the first time and lifted the whole thing up) and had to actually perform the Heimlich on her ... I get the cookie piece out, she starts crying (a crying baby is a breathing baby so I didn't mind), and then proceeds to vomit alllll over the place.

I was fine through the whole "incident" but afterwards, I had a hard time holding it together...it's so much different when it's your own child you're "working on". Because my nerves were shattered, I called Scott...who was working and was on a traffic stop. So I tell the dispatcher (who I work with when I work 911) that I just need him to call me as soon as he clears. I finally get ahold of him and he tells me he is on his way. Next thing I know, I hear sirens. Initially I assumed it was him, then I realized that they were ambulance sirens...I look out front and there is the ambulance. Rob gets out and comes over and asks what happened. So I did a run down. They ask if I want her to go to the hospital/ER, which I didn't, I knew she was fine. I asked Scott why he had called the ambulance and apparently all he heard on the phone was "Meghan" "choking" and "heimlich"...nothing else.

When I left for work an hour or two after, she had been re-fed and passed out cold...poor thing :-(