Christmas Eve’s Eve

Last night was … eventful.

Tom and I rented G-Force and Public Enemy. He wrapped presents while I made Isabella a blanket (lack of money has forced us to be creative this year). Then Sheena and I went to see Avatar. The movie was great; my tummy after popcorn, soda and chocolate was not so great.
I picked the Isabella up from my mom’s (where she apparently cried all night) and as soon and she was in the car seat she fell asleep. Tom and I watched ghost TV shows until 11 and I decided I wanted to wake the baby to feed her before I went to bed. She was so tired she would just suck on the bottle and pass back out. Finally after wresting with her to eat, I decided she was too tied to (wish I had decided that earlier). So I sat her up and tried to wake her up, but she must have still had formula in her mouth and I startled her. Well she started choking. Not the cough cough, shallow breathing choking. I mean not breathing lips turning blue choking. I had my hand on my phone to call 911 while Tom was all but beating her when I finally heard her let out a scream. I’ll tell you, that cry was 100% better than the first one I heard from her at the hospital. The only thing I was thinking was;

…hospital… 20 minutes away… volunteer fire department… 5 minutes away… they’re idiots… where’s the closest ambulance… maybe I should flip her upside down…

I felt like the world’s worst mother after and pretty much woke up to every peep all night. I knew I should have woken her up more before I shoved a bottle in her mouth. But she’s thankfully fine, smiling as big as ever this morning.
Today was lazy. I finished the blanket (pictures to come) and played with Isabella while Tom wrapped presents. Now I have to tackle a sink full of dishes because Tom generously cleaned the ENTIRE house while I was at the movies last night
(except the dishes, of course).