Just a tad emotional

We had a really scary night last night. Little Mister went to bed on time but woke up with another nightmare. I got him calmed down and he asked for a peanut butter M&M from the bag I had out. I gave him one.

He started crying again and choked on it.

In what seemed like forever but was probably only 30 seconds at most, I administered back blows, abdominal thrusts, tried to sweep it out with my finger, more back blows, and finally when I tried a second sweep, it was warm and melted enough it smashed and his airway was open. I was crying and screamed, "Breathe baby!" Kiddo heard me though she'd been sound asleep, came running to see what was up, and I asked her to grab a cloth diaper because I knew he was going to puke. He did, and apparently I scratched him during the episode. I won't get too descriptive.

Had he not started breathing or had I not been able to clear his airway, I would have had her call 911 immediately.

I relived it over and over last night, though he settled about 30 minutes later and watched a basketball game for a while. Didn't sleep much and have been crying off and on all day, snuggling him whenever he'll let me, kissing him lots. He's been alternately very clingy and not wanting me out of his sight, and very independent and wanting to play.

So as a public service announcement, if you have children of any age in your care, please review this first aid for choking article. This particular article is for children 1 to 5, but on the right side of the page, there are links for infants and older children. I wished I'd read it before. While I did the correct things, I didn't do them entirely correctly and maybe could have avoided scratching his throat had I been more prepared.

I am hoping to find a CPR class locally and get certified. I sent the link to the husband to read, and will have Kiddo look over it as well.

And for the foreseeable future, M&Ms and other candies are entirely off limits. Sorry kid. Sorry Gramma; don't give him anything. He'll have to make do with dairy free ice cream made from coconut milk until he's 30.

I love being clumsy

So, tonight I cut the bottom of my foot with a razor. I know, brilliant, right?

The razor was in the bathtub where Little Mister could get to it yesterday when Kiddo put him in there so she could blow bubbles for him without getting the floors sticky or gross. He tried to get the razor but she moved it and was very proud of herself over keeping him safe.

Until tonight, when I yelled.

I went in the bathroom to run Little Mister's bath. With that gargantuan belly, I couldn't see anything on the floor. I stepped on something, felt a sharp pain in my foot, looked down and found my razor.

She'd put it blade up on the floor right next to the shower.

She apologized profusely and ran around trying to find a bandage. I found one and bandaged it up, but it's been 4 hours and I just stepped wrong while cleaning the kitchen and it opened again. Owie.

I just realized that I get to go to lunch tomorrow with DisGrace, who may or may not have broken her foot yesterday with a similarly clumsy maneuver in her garage. She is seeing hte doc on Friday. But hey, we can gimp around together! Sweet!

Lunch

So ... having toddlers with picky appetites means sometimes they get an unconventional lunch.

The husband and I had tuna melts on French bread (so, so good), but Little Mister doesn't like bread. He does usually like tuna with rice or pasta, so I mixed some into some leftover rice and he ate two bites. Then he took a nap.

When he got up, we got Kiddo from the bus and hit the clubhouse gym for a few minutes, then came home. He went straight to the giant tin of individually wrapped chocolate chips cookies that his grandmother gave him for Christmas. (Not my mom, mind you. She believes kids need more than just sugar to survive, and his other grandmother likes to make my kids hyper.) He was saying, "Cookie," in his adorable little toddler way, so yes, I am a sucker and let him have one.

It was followed by another request for another cookie. We tried a cracker instead, which was met with a sour face and throwing it on the ground.

"How about a banana?"

Now, he can't say "banana" yet, but he definitely knows what they are and made a beeline for them. He ate the whole thing.

Dinner is hot wings and celery with blue cheese dressing per the husband's request. He loved the Boeuf Bourguignon I made on New Year's Eve, but missed our traditional wing fest. Guess it's not a new tradition after all. At any rate, I'd better come up with something else for Little Mister and his sister to eat though, because neither of them will touch that.

Maybe I'll let them have ice cream.

It's Official: I'm showing

Got all ready for church Sunday, looked in the mirror, and thought, "Good thing there's a baby in there."

Got to church (we were a tad late), and a friend stopped me and said, "I didn't know you were pregnant again! You're going to have your hands full!" Yep. I know.

And about 10 people asked if I knew what I'm having yet. Besides a baby. "No, I'm only 15 weeks. I just show early and huge." They all lied and said, "oh, no you don't, just wondering ..." rrrrrrrrrrright.

I took a picture yesterday to put with this post, but since my internet keeps fritzing out (and yes, I'm srsly annoyed by this), I'm just posting anyway.

I do, however, look a bit like this.


Minus 7 babies.

Gender-ism

A few weeks ago, the husband and I were discussing why he has such a bad attitude about women in general. He loves me very much and is usually a wonderful husband (I won't say always because hey, none of us is wonderful all the time), but sometimes he says things about women in general that are hateful, untrue, and unkind. They apply very much to the women he knew when he was younger, but I honestly didn't think they went for the bulk of our society.

When I approached him about it, I was pretty upset at something he'd said, which I now honestly cannot remember. I wasn't very patient or gracious about it and told him I didn't like the example of misogyny that he was setting for our son, who would grow up to be like him and hate women (let alone our daughter, who may think men hating women and treating them horribly is okay). I said a couple of other rude things, and he was not pleased. He said I often do the same about men.

I don't believe I do about men in general, maybe one or two in particular, but have been watching my actions, attitude, and language, so I don't teach inadvertently either of our children to hate either gender.

So this morning, we were at the doctor's office (the husband has a bad sinus infection), and they put Mary Poppins on for Little Mister to watch while we waited. I thought, "Oh, I like that movie a lot! I should get it out of the garage and watch it with Little Mister ... " And then the "Sister Suffragettes" song came on, sung by Mrs. Banks. One line in particular really bothers me, though I used to laugh and laugh at it. It's been going through my head all day.

"Though we adore men individually, we agree that as a group they're rather stupid."

What on earth? I mean, I understand the time period and all that, but this is a movie children love and watch a lot. Kiddo watched it almost every day for a month or two when she was younger.

At the end of the song, Mrs. Banks finds out the children are missing and she acts like she's afraid of her husband, who is an arrogant jerk, but she is subservient, silly, and weak. What is that teaching our kids?

I know these same stereotypes are portrayed in TV today. Or the opposite -- a brow-beaten husband controlled by a domineering wife. For a country so hung up on "equality," gender-ism is still perhaps one of the few acceptable prejudices to have.

I don't know. Maybe I'm overreacting. I'm not to the point of disconnecting the cable (I'd miss the Food Network a lot) or getting rid of all of our movies, but it is making me think more about what we put in our brains through all forms of media.

So readers, any thoughts on this?

Resolutions

Having failed miserably at a lot of mine from last year (though I was quite successful in others), I only have one resolution/goal this year: Gain 50 pounds rapidly, by June, then get it all off by December.

Somehow, I don't think it will be all that difficult to gain it ... with what we've been eating lately!

It's GONE???

I put plenty of leftovers in the fridge last night, two separate containers, of the boeuf bourguignon with the potatoes. I was dreaming about it this morning, so I got up to eat some for breakfast.

It was GONE. The husband ate it ALL while I was sleeping. hahahahaha. *sob*

Good thing he didn't know about the small amount I put in the freezer. I'm hiding it until I'm ready to eat it. Some night when he's at work and I won't have to share.