I spent my entire Friday night doing this....

I re-organized our playroom/computer room. I threw out 2 kitchen sized garbage bags of toys. Mismatched toys that I consider to be choking hazards. Tiny little wheels that broke off of a matchbox car, little swords from warriors and knights, tiny pink high heels from Polly Pockets. All the other choking hazard toys I placed in plastic bins and stored them up high in the closet. I went to sleep so proud of my accomplishment and crossed "baby proofing the playroom" off of my now growing to do list. Check!

A mere 12 hours later.... "Jesus, Mary, and Joseph. CALL 9-1-1!!!!!!!! CALL IT NOW!" I sweep Fifi off of the playroom floor.

I flip Fifi over and administer 5 powerful blows to her back. She is foaming at the mouth. My arms are growing weaker and I am trembling with fear. I place my finger in her mouth and can not find anything.

"CALL 9-1-1. She is choking. She is REALLY CHOKING! Oh my god. She is choking!" I start crying. Fifi is half crying with her eyes closed and I can feel her giving up. I can feel her getting weaker and limper by the second. The seconds are so long. I keep flipping her over and administering the powerful blows on her back. 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 -5 - flip over to check for anything in her mouth. Nothing! Seconds going by so slow.

The paramedics arrive four minutes later. She looks up at them and swallows. I have 5 paramedics standing in my kitchen and I can barely catch my breath. Whatever she swallowed will make it's way out. We have to monitor her for fever, air in lungs, and should anything seem odd call them again because a baby can easily develop pneumonia.

I need a vacation away from motherhood, just for a weekend.