In DS's 4.5 years of life on this earth, tonight was the first time I thought he really truly might not live to see the next minute. DS was sitting on the love seat eating his dinner, I was on the other couch right next to him on my laptop and had, as a matter of fact, just posted to a thread here. He was watching something I'd tivo'd. Most days, we eat at the table. But, once or twice a week, I let him have "special dinner on the couch" for a variety of reasons. Tonight was fishsticks, cooked carrots and cauliflower, and ... grapes. And I've been jazzed about these grapes all week since they, along with most of the produce I bought at Trader Joe's last week, are organic. Nice, healthy, great.
He's halfway thru dinner, and I hear the telltale, nauseating sound of my child choking. Not water down the wrong pipe choking, I mean blocked airway choking. The rest couldn't have lasted more than six seconds start to sob. Longest six seconds of my life. When I looked up, he was his regular white kid skin tone and looked at me with the most heartbreaking panic in his eyes than I've ever seen in my child and immediately turned purple. We're talking bright, angry magenta. Right before my eyes. I must have thrown my computer cuz I found it on the floor at the opposite end of the couch. He started pointing to his throat. He's 4. Not 40, he's 4. Universal sign, indeed. His plate also went flying, like that matters one single bit. I am not kidding when I say the next thoughts went thru my mind at nanosecond velocity: I tried to remember in a very clinical way (WHACK WHACK WHACK) how to apply the heimlich to a child when he's short, I'm tall, I have a gut, there's no chair to heimlich him against, where's the right spot, there's the vase of straws, can I get one in his trachea, knife?, what are the odds I can do this myself, oh my god my baby is dying, don't panic or he'll panic, please god take me not my baby, please save my baby, now he's beet red, aware now that I'm in a full panic, where's the phone, should I dig my finger into his throat or will that dig it deeper, what exactly is he choking on, is this seriously happening, 5:1, 15:3, WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WAHCK
And then he coughed it up. It was a grape. Six seconds. Max. And I tried pathetically to control myself and not cry and said, "oh my gosh! I think you scared yourself, there, but you did a great job, Sweetie, it's ok, you're ok!" and held him, but I was uncontrollably shaking, and he looked at me like, "who are you kidding, Mommy?" and started to sob.
Needless to say, he was done with dinner.
DS will be 5 in September. Thank you God. I have been slicing his grapes in half this whole time until literally this year I went to do that and DH said, seriously, I think you can stop that now. I fully admit, I'm more of a worry wart kind of mom. But I relented and said, this is probably overkill now, he's not gonna choke on a grape at age 4.
BUT. HE. DID.
I implore all of you to take very dilligent care of not underestimating food items that are choking hazards. I'm not saying slice your kids grapes when they're 12. Or even never to feed your kids grapes and hot dogs, etc. But this is something I sort of took for granted that he'd aged out of and was shown the door on that assumption to the tune of a panic the likes of which I've never known. Ever. I remember being eleven years old, laying on my back on my bed and choking on a marble I had in my mouth (idiot) and feelign that kind of panic that I knew I might die if I didn't get it out, and I did get it out rather quickly. But even that self-preservationy kind of panic does not compare to the nauseating fear that your child might die.
I'm reminded of a post by Lorien_ca where she reminded us of choking hazards, tho I think she was talking balloons, but hot dogs were mentioned there, and I think of that alot, too, when DS eats a hot dog. And I felt it bore repeating.
I layed with DS for an hour when he went to sleep tonight. I never do that. A few minutes, done. Not tonight. It wasn't for his comfort but for mine. I've already checked on him twice. And I will be continuing to slice his grapes, once again.
-- Fairy