When I first started this blog I said I’d share the good, the bad and the ugly… I didn’t say anything about the terrifying but here is some terrifying!
Sunday night, after a marathon weekend of moving, both my husband Michael and I were in the kitchen with our 20-month-old son Miles in his high chair. I was hurriedly scrambling up eggs as Michael peeled a clementine orange for Miles who was apparently famished.
Both of us were right there; Michael even standing right in front of the high chair dropping sections of oranges on the tray.
The sound was horrifying – a mix of a gag and a cough and then silence. I spin around as Michael is already pulling Miles out of the seat pounding on his back. I try to scale back the full blown panic and remind myself to breath as I think back to baby CPR methods we learned while I was pregnant.
After what felt like a lifetime (but was merely a few seconds) the orange piece came up and a hysterical Miles was crumpled in my arms.
Terrifying doesn’t even begin to describe that moment. I don’t know if there is a word that can adequately describe that feeling or the tremendous guilt that hit my shoulders moments after relief did.
How could I let that happen? What could we have done to prevent it? I am a terrible mom!
Miles has eaten more than 100 of those things. He loves them, they are good for him and are great portable snacks requiring no packaging so they are a go to fruit in our household. And Michael and I were both right there.
Lesson learned was that we need to watch even closer. Now I’m cutting the already small segments into even smaller pieces.
I just wish this guilt would go away as quickly as that orange did!
What has been one of your scarier parenting moments? Any advice on safe snacking?