Killin' Me

Lately the Big B has been doing what little dudes do, putting everything in his mouth. Not ususally a problem but sometimes it can lead to some scary moments. Like the time he decided to put a confetti like star in his mouth at my mom's birthday party. Not cool. The guy was gagging for like 5 minutes and I was freaking out. Or like last night when he decided to do the same damn thing with the same damn confetti star (yes I've talked to my wife about removing all the confetti in the house. And no, we don't live with a bunch of confeti wielding clowns, nor are we Carnies. Let's just say we're on the mofo)...Only this time it didn't come out as easily and we were at the door to go to the ER when he finally threw it up. And supposedly this is just the beginning.

Now I know what little boys are capable of...I used to be one. I can handle the cut forehead, broken arm/ankle, or even the ocassional concussion. What I can't handle is the choking. I almost died, as a kid, choking on a hot dog. The worst part of the entire ordeal was knowing that my mom and little sister had to sit there and watch me go in and out of consciousness and not knowing if I'd ever come back. I know I couldn't have watched my sister go through this and I'm having a real hard time when Benicio goes through it.

I guess it's all about being a dad...growing up and dealing with stuff you never knew you were going to have to deal with. I thought the worse part was going to be the diaper changing. Boy was I wrong.


p.s. Sorry for going all Doogie Howser M.D. in this post. Just had to get this off my chest.