This past weekend has probably been the roughest of my life. Dan worked from home on Friday and was about to sit down with me to take a lunch break, he just went to change Finley's diaper before. While he was doing that, Finley apparently started suddenly choking on some spit-up and reflux, and stopped breathing. Dan yelled for me like I have never heard him before. Dan started working on getting Finley's airway cleared and I called 911, while I did that, I ran to our next door neighbor, who is a nurse. I am not sure why I noticed, but I remembered seeing her car in the driveway and assumed she was home. She ran over with me and helped Dan get Finley, who was turning blue by then, to breathe again. It seemed like an eternity until I heard him let out a big, long cry.
At the same time, the medics, police, firefighters arrives - yes, we lit up the whole street with 4 cop cars, 2 firetrucks, and an ambulance in front of our house.
We spent the rest of Friday and Saturday at the hospital with him. All tests they ran (heart, lungs, checking for neurological issues) came back clear. The doctors think it was just a perfect storm and an isolated occurrence.
I am trying to settle in to our regular day to day, but it is so difficult. I go from comfortable at home to having flashbacks and anxiety ramping up, but I guess that is completely normal. Finley has since been moved to our bedroom at night and we bought a Snuza to monitor breathing and movement (I am not sure if it will help or just increase anxiety, but it was the most reliable monitor I could find).
Since then, we also seem to have figured out that he's allergic to (cow) milk. For the next few days, we are giving him formula and once I get the milk protein out of my system, we're going back to breastfeeding. The pediatrician suggested to cut out diary and soy proteins... it has been fun finding things to eat- I never realized that there's soy in everything!
At the same time, the medics, police, firefighters arrives - yes, we lit up the whole street with 4 cop cars, 2 firetrucks, and an ambulance in front of our house.
We spent the rest of Friday and Saturday at the hospital with him. All tests they ran (heart, lungs, checking for neurological issues) came back clear. The doctors think it was just a perfect storm and an isolated occurrence.
I am trying to settle in to our regular day to day, but it is so difficult. I go from comfortable at home to having flashbacks and anxiety ramping up, but I guess that is completely normal. Finley has since been moved to our bedroom at night and we bought a Snuza to monitor breathing and movement (I am not sure if it will help or just increase anxiety, but it was the most reliable monitor I could find).
Since then, we also seem to have figured out that he's allergic to (cow) milk. For the next few days, we are giving him formula and once I get the milk protein out of my system, we're going back to breastfeeding. The pediatrician suggested to cut out diary and soy proteins... it has been fun finding things to eat- I never realized that there's soy in everything!
I'm so so so soooo glad he is ok. 
