Yesterday at dinner time, one of our worst fears as mothers became a reality, our beautiful little boy started choking.
It was a normal evening. It has been so hot this last week I decided to make a light soup for tea. Whilst I was dishing up we decided to give M a little bit of soup dunked bread to keep him occupied. It wasn’t a large piece, to be honest he’s had bigger pieces but this time it went down the wrong way.
I sat down ready to feed him and noticed he was very still, he then started gagging and trying to bring it up on his own. I thought for a split second that he’d managed it but it went back down again, the wrong way!
I went into a combination of panic mode and mummy mode. I yanked him out of his chair and held him upside down and slapped him hard on the back. I saw a piece come out so I turned him back up the other way.
He was still choking!
At this point panic mode really kicked in as M had grabbed hold of my t-shirt in a blind panic to catch his breath, stopping me from turning him upside down.
I keep hearing my voice in my head as I looked up at K and screamed “BABE!”. She asked if we needed an ambulance (which I wasn’t taking in). I felt like the room was closing in on us. I had my child in my arms, helpless and unable to breathe and I had to get it out.
I wasn’t going to let my baby die.
I yanked his arm from my top, twisted him around and whacked the heal of my hand across his back. Then I saw it, that horrible piece of bread had landed on the kitchen floor.
Then my baby started to sob. He was still in a panic. The tears streamed down his face and he was struggling to catch his breath. I held him close, I was unable to move my arms from around him. Poor K asked me if she could have a cuddle but I just couldn’t let him go. Now I think back, that must have been so hard for her.
He clearly had a sore throat so we fetched him some water. We then had a big family cuddle whilst we took in what had just happened.
I started worrying that I hit M too hard so we decided to check him over before we called for advice. He seemed fine so we trusted our instincts. We tried to continue as normal and after a while we were able to feed him some soup. I sat him on my lap as he seemed quite frightened of the high chair.
At first he refused to eat, which is completely understandable. However once I started eating he wanted to help me finish my bowl. When he had his fill, I set him down to play with his toys. I then looked at Kirsty and said –
“Thank goodness I took that baby first aid class!”
I genuinely think this is what saved my sons life. That and our Tripp Trapp. As he’s in the baby set we don’t have to use a harness. There was no need to faf around getting him out.
If you haven’t taken a first aid course, please, please, please go and do it! I can’t stress this enough. I took mine at my local Children Centre. Go down to yours at your earliest convenience and ask when they are next running a course. I didn’t think it would happen to us, but it did. These things are completely out of our control but we have the resources available to us so we can do something about it.
I’d just like to say thank you for the support and well wishes on twitter from our fellow bloggers, it has been quite overwhelming! We feel so honoured to be apart of this wonderful community. Blogging is not just about the words we write but about the friends we make along the way.
*Please don’t accept what I did as the official way to respond. We fully support your local Official First Aid course.