Middie Biddie used to be a happy puker. She would often shove food to the back of her throat to make herself vomit and was perfectly happy when she did so. Didn't phase her one bit. It's been a while since she's done that and she is no longer a happy puker.
Tonight I made ravioli for dinner. They were cut up, but I guess maybe not small enough. I'm not exactly sure what happened, it's all kind of a blur. While the girls were eating dinner, I ducked under the table to clip their toenails. Not something I do very often because they fight me so hard and really, what's the harm in long toenails? But they were getting to a point where I think they might be bending back when stubbing a toe so they needed to be cut.
While I was working on Middie Biddies feet, I suddenly felt her jerk. I look up and see vomit on her plate and she is red faced, struggling, a bit frantic, vomit coming out of her nose and snotty gooy bubbles around her mouth. I think she must have choked on a ravioli. I wasn't sure if she was still in the process of choking or just freaked out by the puking.
I immediately grabbed the plates of food and threw them away (the garbage can is within reach and the fastest place for them to go) partially to get the vomit out of her face and also to make sure Teeny Tiny didn't do the same thing with her portion. I lean Middie Biddie forward like I used to do when she was puking to encourage her to let more out but she was struggling without really puking so I picked her up and put her in burp position on my shoulder figuring that position would either help her puke or I could do a modified Heimlich maneuver if need be. The next few minutes were her crying and sputtering but apparently breathing and me trying to figure out if the emergency portion of the ordeal was over or if I would soon be calling 911.
Then there were minutes of me cleaning her face and trying to soothe her but every once in a while she would do kind of an aftershock puke of just general mouth goo and some other goo out her nose. Ya know, the kind of ick that comes out of your face when you're crying and it just exits every orifice. I changed her clothes, put her in the pack and play, changed my vomit covered shirt and cleaned the table so we could try something else for dinner if she was up to eating.
This whole time, Teeny Tiny is sitting in the table being really quite patient. I heard the occasional scared peep out of her, but she handled it quite well.
I'd say the whole ordeal was about 20 minutes. Then I heated up a premade toddler meal, those package thingies in the baby aisle and fed that to them for dinner. Normally I like to try to make something other than a microwave dinner but this is just the kind of reason I keep a few of those on hand.
They ate dinner pretty well and during evening play time it was clear that they were just both tired and wanted to go to bed. We've been off bottles for a while now but I decided fuck it, they're having a rotten evening and they prefer bottles, so they each got a bottle of milk before bed.
Before bed I checked Middie Biddie's temp. K and I have both been feeling stiff and sore and we're not resting well and have mentioned that it's possible the household might be coming down with something. The girls also took two solid naps today which is more sleep than they've been wanting lately. But her temp was fine so I guess it really was choking.
We've graduated from happy baby puking to freaked out kid vomiting. It sucks.