The Scary Part of Being a Parent
Before I had a baby of my own I read a quote somewhere on the internet about how having a kid was like having your heart walk around outside your body. I brushed it off as another cheesy cliche, but I have come to know that it is straight up truth.
Most of the time, things are fine and dandy, but when something scary happens to your baby it is like your whole world is imploding. Nora had a nasty incident this weekend with spit up that just wouldn’t stop coming out of her mouth and her nose, and then she starting choking on it. There was even a 911 call (luckily, we wound up not needing them). Watching her little body struggle to breathe while Jason and I acted fast in the moment (bulb syringe to suck out the ick from her nose, tilt the baby down and firm pats on the back…. are we doing this right?!?!?! OMG), was the scariest thing I have ever seen/experienced and something I never ever ever ever hope to ever ever happen again.
And gosh… when I think about having another kid, it’s like woah! Can I really even worry about another person as much as I do this one. Like, is that physically possible for my brain to manage? I don’t know. I hope that in a couple, a few, five, ten years when it would be theoretically time for baby #2, I will have some more perspective. I mean, I have one heart… how on earth am I supposed to have two of them walking around outside my body?
