I have quite a few things on my mind lately… one of them is baby disaster preparedness. Especially since I keep reading blog posts by mommies who have had an emergency and are reminding others to be prepared. I keep thinking it won’t happen to me, which isn’t good. So far it’s been a very smooth nine months for our family – the worst Emma has had is a cold, which wasn’t severe at all. It gave us some extra cuddling time, really.
Basically what happened is Megan and her husband BOTH gave Tyenol to their baby without the other knowing it, something that could happen to anyone. Thankfully Megan only administered half a dose, so it wasn’t a full double-dose. Still, it was extremely scary for them, as you can imagine. She has some wonderful tips on that post that will help us to avoid that mistake and possible tragedy. I’m definitely following them myself.
My mom used to say (okay, she still says it) that mommies die a thousand deaths for their kids. I knew what she meant, but not like I do now. Until your child scares the living daylights out of you, you can’t completely understand. When Emma was sick last month with her first cold, I had a couple of those scares in the space of about 20 minutes. Emma hasn’t had trouble eating small bits of soft chicken or cheerios or unsalted saltine crackers, but that day was different. I guess her throat was swollen a bit from being sick (she was acting happy and fine so I thought it was mostly over) because she started choking, gagging, and turning red, and I had to pull a piece of food out of her throat. It was very scary. I took away the food she was eating and gave her a cracker after that. So what happens? She chokes AGAIN! And it’s the worst feeling in the world when you think your baby can’t breathe, I’ll tell you. I was shaking and crying after that (picture me yelling John’s name and patting her back in panic while holding her arms up – AGAIN!). Then I banned her to nothing but breastmilk (or liquids) for the rest of her life. My bark is bigger than my bite, though – the next day she was snacking again.
This morning I thought about how mobile she is. Nothing is safe anymore. I have to worry about things falling on her, about her opening a cupboard and chewing on something poison, and in the summer months I’ll worry about her getting through the screen door onto our patio (we live on an upper level in an apartment). The only good thing about our patio is that there isn’t any way for her to fall through slats – it’s pretty safe. Still… the day I stop worrying she’ll probably jump like a kangaroo or something. So I won’t stop being cautious. Anyway, my mom tells me I was an escape artist, climbing out of everything. So yeah. It could be genetic.
As soon as I get off of here I’m going to put all the cleaners under our kitchen sink somewhere high. Thanks to my grandma for warning me about that – it’s so nice to have women in my life who don’t mind giving me hints. I don’t consider those kinds of warnings nagging at ALL. It would be worse if something happened because no one had told me. So thanks to my mom and my grandma for being supportive! :-)
Do you have any safety tips or scares to share?