Calling 911

Last night we had a bad experience. One of many to come I'm sure. It's all part of being a parent I guess. We were getting Bman ready for bed. I had to take him to our pediatrician Monday to go over his test results from ACH. By the way, for those who know about thickener, we were able to switch him from Thick It to Simply Thick which means it no longer takes me 5-10 mins to make one bottle. Yay.

Anyway, back to the story. While we were at the pedi's office, I mentioned that Brayden had a dry cough at night and in the early morning. At night sometimes he would cough enough to wake himself up. He checked him out and he thinks that B's having allergies because the weather is changing. He told me to give him infant Claritin. Easy enough, right? Not so much.

It's really, really hard to thicken baby medicine (or maybe it's not, and I'm missing some sort of trick out there) and get it all back into the syringe. Finally, I thought I had it thick enough (another thing that is hard to tell in a small amount like medicine) so we gave it to him.

Brayden started choking really, really hard. Chris was holding him, and he did exactly what they taught us in the baby cpr class. He flipped him over and did the thrusting motions on his back. A few min's later, Brayden was fine and headed to bed.

But I learned something - I am not good in an emergency situation. I totally lost it and started dialing 9-1-1. Chris finally convinced me he was okay. But what if this happens when I'm alone? Maybe I'll be able to pull it together.