The Scariest Day of My LIFE!

This is the only way I know to describe the day I've had today.

Emma spent the night with my mom last night, so this morning, it was just Noah and me.

I did what I always do.. made him a bottle, came upstairs, to where the computer is, laid him on the floor beside me, with his bottle, and sat down to check my email.

He did like he always does. He drank 3 ounces, then threw it down to crawl around for a minute. A few minutes later, I heard him making a really funny noise. I looked over to where he was, beside the toys, and he was throwing up.. formula spewing out of his mouth and running out of both nostrils. His eyes were wide and staring at me in a state of pure panic. I jumped up, ran to him, grabbed him up, and started trying to figure out what was wrong with him. He was gasping for breathe and kept throwing up more and more formula. I didn't even know he'd drank as much as he was throwing up!

Meanwhile, I started to realize that he was not breathing very well at all and he was trying to cry and couldn't.

It hit me.

He was choking!

Even though I've been trained in Infant CPR, I had no idea what to do except go into a complete and total state of terror.

I took my pinkie and swept his throat. I didn't feel anything.

I flipped him over and started beating on his back.

Still, he was gasping, trying to get a breathe, trying to cry..

I pulled him against me and pushed between/below his ribs to try to get him to throw up... NOTHING

Scared doesn't even describe the state I was in.

My whole body was pouring sweat, shaking uncontrollably. I grabbed my cell phone.. the battery was almost dead... I grabbed my house phone.. called 911.

As the disbatcher answered, I realized that the battery on my home phone was also about to die! It was beeping in my ear.

I told the guy this and that was pretty much the only coherent thought I put together on that phone call. I kept telling him... MY BABY'S CHOKING... OMG.. HE'S GONNA DIE BEFORE ANYBODY GETS HERE!... he was encouraging me to calm down, that I couldn't help Noah if I couldn't calm down.

He assured me that EMS was on their way and to calm down, that everything would be okay.

During all this, Noah's breathing started returning to normal and he suddenly went from a baby gasping for breathe to a baby staring at his mother wondering what in the world she was so worked up about.

So, by the time EMS got here to our house, Noah was pretty much fine. He checked him over, checked all his vitals, his oxygen level, listened to his lungs... everything was perfect.

I started to think maybe he had gotten choked on his throw up. You know that can easily happen.

My dad walked in during the middle of all this, because we had plans to go to lunch and spend the day together today. We thought Noah looked and was acting fine, so after everything calmed down, we went ahead and picked up Emma and went to lunch.

Noah was acting perfect, so I fed him a little bit of mashed potatoes. He loves them. He was wanting more and more. Then, again, he suddenly threw up everything he had eaten and drank at the restaurant. It was A LOT!

So, when we got home, I called his doctor and she told me that likely he had a stomach virus, because he wasn't displaying the symptoms of a baby with something lodged in their throat.

This was confirmed for us when he threw up again after he had a bottle this afternoon.

So, now, as I reflect on this day... It just seems so surreal. I have NEVER called 911. NEVER.

He's on pedialyte now and I guess for the next 24 hours or so. I feel so sorry for him, he's been through so much today and he obviously doesn't feel well at all.

crazy day....