It was bound to happen. This morning I was eating my mixture of piggy pellets and cheerios. I was down to my last nibble and I got choked. I’ve gotten choked in the past but this was different. I didn’t know what to do. I couldn’t catch my breath. Mom gets on the floor to help me. What do I do? I walk over to her, jump in her lap and throw up all over her.
I’ve never thrown up before in my 9 months. Things aren’t suppose to come out there – only in. My little body starts shaking. I’m scared – mommy hold me. Mom cleaned me up, pulled off her clothes and grabbed a clean blankie to wrap us both up in. She then held me and rocked me until I started feeling a little better. She didn’t complain one time about me being sick or upchucking all over her. She should get an award or something like that.
After mommy rocked me to sleep, she put me down in my bed for a nap. She left daddy specific instructions on how to take care of me and to watch me today for any further signs of being icky. She’s already called home once and checked on me. What a swell mom! So, it looks like I’m going to be down for the day in bed. I can’t do much. Mommy says I need my rest so I can feel better when she gets home from the worky place. Daddy is going to fix me some chicken soup later. I wonder what that is? It sounds delicious – it has chicken it has to be good!
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