Today has been both a scary day and a day of gratefulness.
This afternoon this little chap decided to see if he could swallow a cardboard box in an instant (when I turned my back for 2 seconds). He not only managed to chew off a piece of cardboard, he also chewed off a big piece of cellar tap, which got wedged down his throat.
It took me a while, trying to get it out before I realized. My goodness, I might not be able to sort this one out by myself. Very scary moment.
So I called the ambulance.
By the time they arrived he was breathing and the piece of tape was nowhere to be seen. He either managed to swallow it, or as I suspect, it simply fell out when I was walking back and forth to the door looking for the ambulance and holding him forward tilted, which was the only position for him to breath with the thing still stuck in there. I found a large piece of the same kind of cellar tape on the hallway floor later.
Now I feel all washed out of energy, but still buzzing with a sense of warmth and happyness, that it all went well.
I was looking through my photos, to find something suitable for the The Weekend in Black and White when I stumbled upon this photo of my sweet baby boy, when he turned 7 months in November.
So my baby is my contribution this week.