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11/365 - "Bring it, ghoulfriend."
Do you know what I spent the most time doing with this photo? Deciding where to place my signature. I HATE deciding that. I don't want to detract from the photo at all, but I don't want to put it somewhere it can just be chopped off. I mean sure, if they really wanted to get rid of the sig they would, maybe a great big blur across it or something, but people should at least suspect something is amiss if they see things like that.
Today was fairly eventful, as far as days on your own with a baby go. Stay and Play was amazing (for Joseph), there were so many children and adults, so much going on and so much noise, and he had no problems crawling up to other children to try and join in. I was so proud! I didn't try stopping him, I'm taking him there purely to learn social interaction, and if other parents have a problem with it then they shouldn't really be bringing their own children to a place like that. I did have to put a stop to him crawling OVER another baby, though. Poor little thing had no idea what *literally* hit her. In the face. I do, it was Joseph's hand, soon to be followed by his knee before I managed to grab him. Apparently she was in his way...
I spent lunchtime with him in the living room, struggling to curb his enthusiasm over the contents of the TV cabinet drawer (wires and things in plastic bags) and under the coffee table (also wires and things in plastic bags, strangely enough). In the end I gave up, left him with a pair of 3D glasses, a telephone cable, and his monitor instruction booklet, and watched Mirror Mirror. It was okay.
In the afternoon we repeated this process, but this time I watched two episodes of Gossip Girl. Also this time, Joseph choked on his food and couldn't breathe. Oh, hello horrifying moments! Ugh :( At the time I didn't even let myself think, I just threw him across my knees and sharply whacked his back. The first time (...) he coughed and wheezed and seemed okay, but after I'd tried him with a bit of milk to wash it down and then another mouthful of (very soft) fruit, he started choking again :( Back over the knee, this time until I saw enough banana and drool to convince me he was okay. And he was, thankfully. I had one brief moment that first time, when I saw his face go this horrifying colour of white with dark red circles around his eyes, lips and nose, and I flung him across my knee of "What if... What if it doesn't come out." I knew the next thing to do would be putting my fingers down his throat to try and clear his airways, but I'm no trained medical expert and I had no idea if that would work. But that first thought was VERY brief, I just couldn't even let it finish in my mind.
And then I gave Joseph the rest of his bottle and left him to play with, well, pretty much everything in sight, I finished watching my shows (this all happened in mere seconds), I read a couple of comics, and I got Joseph all excited when Dan came home. (He loves his daddy!) And as Dan sat there playing with J, and I began to relax, I realised how exhausted I was. So utterly mentally drained. I still am, I barely managed to have the will to do this tonight. But you know, I didn't remember the choking incident, and I didn't for a good while until Dan took J upstairs to get changed. I didn't remember my baby not being able to breathe, the same way I might have forgotten a passing comment at Stay and Play this morning. "Oh yeah by the way..." Crazy, and I'm too tired to analyse why, but probably the same reason Lola Sees Stars forgot her chest muscles collapsed once.
But hey, I'm going to pilates next week! Fck yeah! :D (Please pray for me.)
11/365 - "Bring it, ghoulfriend."
Do you know what I spent the most time doing with this photo? Deciding where to place my signature. I HATE deciding that. I don't want to detract from the photo at all, but I don't want to put it somewhere it can just be chopped off. I mean sure, if they really wanted to get rid of the sig they would, maybe a great big blur across it or something, but people should at least suspect something is amiss if they see things like that.
Today was fairly eventful, as far as days on your own with a baby go. Stay and Play was amazing (for Joseph), there were so many children and adults, so much going on and so much noise, and he had no problems crawling up to other children to try and join in. I was so proud! I didn't try stopping him, I'm taking him there purely to learn social interaction, and if other parents have a problem with it then they shouldn't really be bringing their own children to a place like that. I did have to put a stop to him crawling OVER another baby, though. Poor little thing had no idea what *literally* hit her. In the face. I do, it was Joseph's hand, soon to be followed by his knee before I managed to grab him. Apparently she was in his way...
I spent lunchtime with him in the living room, struggling to curb his enthusiasm over the contents of the TV cabinet drawer (wires and things in plastic bags) and under the coffee table (also wires and things in plastic bags, strangely enough). In the end I gave up, left him with a pair of 3D glasses, a telephone cable, and his monitor instruction booklet, and watched Mirror Mirror. It was okay.
In the afternoon we repeated this process, but this time I watched two episodes of Gossip Girl. Also this time, Joseph choked on his food and couldn't breathe. Oh, hello horrifying moments! Ugh :( At the time I didn't even let myself think, I just threw him across my knees and sharply whacked his back. The first time (...) he coughed and wheezed and seemed okay, but after I'd tried him with a bit of milk to wash it down and then another mouthful of (very soft) fruit, he started choking again :( Back over the knee, this time until I saw enough banana and drool to convince me he was okay. And he was, thankfully. I had one brief moment that first time, when I saw his face go this horrifying colour of white with dark red circles around his eyes, lips and nose, and I flung him across my knee of "What if... What if it doesn't come out." I knew the next thing to do would be putting my fingers down his throat to try and clear his airways, but I'm no trained medical expert and I had no idea if that would work. But that first thought was VERY brief, I just couldn't even let it finish in my mind.
And then I gave Joseph the rest of his bottle and left him to play with, well, pretty much everything in sight, I finished watching my shows (this all happened in mere seconds), I read a couple of comics, and I got Joseph all excited when Dan came home. (He loves his daddy!) And as Dan sat there playing with J, and I began to relax, I realised how exhausted I was. So utterly mentally drained. I still am, I barely managed to have the will to do this tonight. But you know, I didn't remember the choking incident, and I didn't for a good while until Dan took J upstairs to get changed. I didn't remember my baby not being able to breathe, the same way I might have forgotten a passing comment at Stay and Play this morning. "Oh yeah by the way..." Crazy, and I'm too tired to analyse why, but probably the same reason Lola Sees Stars forgot her chest muscles collapsed once.
But hey, I'm going to pilates next week! Fck yeah! :D (Please pray for me.)