Today was a weird day for me from the start.
Dylan slept very little last night (he's been sLowly getting over his first cold, poor little guy) which of course means I slept very little last night, so I was already groggy when I took him to play in his nursery this morning. I was sitting on a chair looking up his doctor's number when he crawled over to my feet, sat up and began entertaining himself with his toys. Suddenly, I looked down and realized he was choking. I screamed and panicked. His dad came rushing in and inserted his finger and dis-logged what appeared to be the inside stuffing of a stuffed animal. I still am not sure where it came from or how it got into his room, let alone his throat. When he was o.k. and breathing normally I broke down and cried. I held him, shaking, realizing how fragile life is and how now, as a parent, how fragile I am.
If anything were to happen to him... I can't bear the thought.
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