[This was made a long time ago . . . and has nothing to do with current events . . . Just for the record.]
Howdy all.
This is a quick follow-up to the mountain of stress that was last night. It will hopefully put your minds at ease – and make you feel a touch better about where things were left off in my last little report.
As I think I put at the end of my last note – the baby is back to being a baby who loves to breathe. I sat up with him until this morning – and then there was a shift change – and the next crew came in to make sure that the situation was going smoothly.We then all went to the doctor’s office – where we were met with randomly oscillating waves of “the baby is fine” and “you should have taken him to the emergency room immediately.” That was perfect – just what our brains needed – confusion, guilt and more stress!
Lastly – we went to a children’s hospital (which I tried to amuse myself by calling a ‘horse-pi-tal’ – cough – yep!) – and saw a gastroenterologist who was tremendously nice – and answered all of our questions (with none of the guilt!) and checked J-em from head to toe. She determined that he was a “thriving baby” – which is a great way to describe a baby – and that as healthy as he was – that it was just a random freak occurrence that possibly some mucus had gotten stuck in his throat – and that while we should – obviously – keep an eye on him . . . Basically – he didn’t break – he was no worse for the wear – we had done good by him – and the world was a decent place to be.
It was a good way to wrap up the day. The long – long day. At the end . . . the baby was fine – we were exhausted – and now all we have to do is figure out how to get some sleep – with all of the miserable of last night floating around. All in all – a definite win for the home team!
I got asked why I wrote about the whole thing . . . Why would I put it out there . . . What was the point? Pretty simple – actually – I didn’t want to have it all jumbling up in my head – and it makes me feel better to write stuff down – or draw silly pictures – or make cartoons – or – or – or whatever. So – that is what I did – and I’m totally totally glad that I did. Did. Did. Did.
Thanks a bunch for all of your well wishes . . .
Everybody – remember to keep breathing.
Toodles,
N.Numpercar
I think that theis Bumperpodcast talks about whiskers . . . and wicker. It does not – however – delve into Wiccans – or – Wicket W. Warick . . . so – don’t get too excited.
Whiskers and Wicker.
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Last night – while deeply sleeping in some deep-deep sleep . . . A jostling of the bed was followed by the urgent cry that “THE BABY’S NOT BREATHING!”
Terror – terror – terror.
Everyone jumped out of bed – the baby – whose eyes were starting to roll back in his head – was grabbed, flipped so that his face was in my hand, then – in that position – angled so that he was facing kind-of towards the ground and then was hit a few times in the back to try to dislodge whatever was keeping him from breathing. The dog ran into his cage – 
and 911 was called.
We had taken baby CPR – and I was trying to stay calm and go through all of the steps that we had been taught – but it was difficult – in the heat of the actual moment. Everything was all very intense and fast . . . lightning fast.
Within a handful of seconds – thankfully – gurgles of bubbles were coming out of his mouth and his breathing – even though it was labored – started up.
The image of his confused little face trying to figure out what was going on – while I was still working on him is stuck with me. It makes my stomach hurt.
Almost instantly – right after he had started breathing – the police and the ambulance arrived and I ran downstairs to grab them. While we were rushing up the walkway to the house there was a quick flurry of questions so that they could get caught up on the situation. It was about 1:30 a.m. and there were about 5 new people in the apartment – in our bedroom. The dog barked from his cage.
After a thorough checking out and a bunch of other questions, it was determined that it was probably just some mucus that got caught and that we could go to the hospital or just keep an eye on him for the rest of the night. He had stabilized, his color had come back and he was cooing and giggling – so – we decided to just go in the morning.
Some paperwork was filled out, some hands were shaken and then – there we were – a dog, a baby and an extremely frazzled mom and dad . . . left to wonder how we – and I’m not counting the dog or the baby here – would ever be able to sleep again – without an underlying nervousness.
I can’t even begin to say how amazed I was at how quickly help arrived . . . and how great they were. It is very reassuring to know that in such a critical moment – that help can appear so quickly and work to make everything better.
Thanks to Montclair’s bestest for being the best.
Thanks to Emerson for starting to breath again.
Deep breaths everyone . . . Baby Emerson is breathing again.
