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I was getting Sean’s dinner ready tonight, and he was nibbling on some of his favorite, goldfish crackers. I put his food in the microwave, and turned back around to talk with him while his food was warming up. When I turned around, he was coughing because a goldfish must have went down the wrong way. I patted him on the back to try to help him, like I do when he coughs like that sometimes, and then after a second, I realized that he wasn’t breathing. The look on his face will stay with me for a long time; complete terror. Without even thinking, I grabbed him out of the highchair, flung him upside down over my arm and whacked his back. After three whacks, he started coughing and he spit out the goldfish.
Of course, he cried for a long time, which I didn’t realize until later when my mom and I were talking about it, that he was probably also crying because it was the first time I had ever struck him. Mommy hit me!!! 🙁 I cuddled and played with him for hours after that and gave him thousands of kisses to make sure he knew that I still loved him. Poor guy.

Advise for anyone pregnant or with little ones: Take a child/infant CPR class. I’m sure glad I did.

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