Yesterday, Kitty choked on something. She was holding Raccoon's piggy bank (which I didn't think she knew how to open, very bad mistake on my part) after a trip to the plant store. When we arrived at the mall a few minutes later she was sitting on a pile of pennies in her car seat and choking on something. I grabbed her out of her carseat and turned her upside down, squeezing her and whacking her on the back. She threw up, but only liquid came out.
She seemed okay after that, but it was one of the worst days I've had. The guilt. The worry. Realizing - again - just how fragile life is. And how scary-much I love my kids. How afraid I am of something happening to them. Thinking that in my life, daughters don't stay. Freaking out.
The pediatrician said to make sure she was eating and not throwing up, and to examine her poo for the penny.
So we waited. She's normally pretty regular, but this morning there was no poo.
Finally, this afternoon while we were out on a little walk, she did her business. I have never been so glad to smell poo in my entire life. We rushed inside, probably the only time I'll be that excited to change her diaper.
Lots of smelly poo, but no penny.
We think that, maybe, she never swallowed one after all. I'll be keeping an eye on her for the next few days for sure, but we are all very, very relieved.
I am so grateful for the lives of my children. So grateful that Raccoon and Kitty are still here another day to drive me a little crazy and to fill me with amazing love.
Thank you, Lord, for everything.