I know that my last post was disturbing and basically a downer. I would like to make up for that with something clever and funny but don’t get your hopes up. Instead I’m going to share my weekend trauma.
C had warmed up a bowl of potato soup for Marin while I was busy doing something else. I saw that she had the soup and didn’t think anything about it. Then Marin choked on a potato. I was screaming for C while frantically trying to find a phone to dial 911. Claire was screaming and hysterical, I was panicked and C was doing the Heimlich on my baby. The potato dislodged and then Marin was crying. I have never been so relieved in my entire life.
C has the opinion that I worry too much; neurotic is the term he prefers to use. Normally if he has prepared food for Marin I do an inspection and cut things up smaller. I think it makes a lot more sense to prevent problems, especially problems like choking. I am still upset by the experience and angry that C hasn’t figured out that there is a reason that I cut Marin’s food into tiny bites. After Marin choked, Katie starting cutting up the pieces of potatoes remaining in the bowl. Claire told her that she should have done that before Marin choked. C pointed out to Claire that it wasn’t Katie’s fault. I hope he spent a little bit of time reflecting on exactly whose fault it was.
Marin is fine and doesn’t seem to be nearly as traumatized as I was by the event. She even finished her soup and the potatoes that Katie chopped up into tiny, baby-sized bites. Despite Katie’s calm during the emergency, she was worried, too.