On Monday, I gave Thayne a small child-proof bottle of Ibuprofen to shake and play with while I got some things done in the kitchen. I was going through the mail and turned when I heard something drop on the floor. There was Thayne shaking the empty bottle above his head, with pills spread all over his highchair tray, and pills scattered on the floor. I rushed over and pulled him out of the chair and swiped the pill out of his mouth that he was starting to choke on. I frantically counted all the pills I could find, including the one rescued from his mouth, and let out an audible sigh of relief when I found all the pills, except the 2 doses
I had taken, were accounted for.
No more pill bottles for toys- check
Yesterday, I was getting ready in the bathroom while Thayne was playing in the freshly vacuumed family room. He army crawled to the hallway and I was happy he was so content just rolling in the hallway talking to himself. Next thing know, I look over and Thayne's lips are blue, and he is obviously choking on something. I throw him over my legs and start pounding his back, trying to help him get whatever it was up and out. He starts throwing up a little and I fished out half of a wall anchor from his mouth. He's been just fine since, so I'm sincerely hoping the anchor was broken before it went into his mouth and the half unaccounted for is already in the garbage where it belongs.
Scan every square inch of the floor before he starts playing- check
I am so grateful that he's ok and there have been no incidences thus far today. But I'm keeping my eyes open and my fingers crossed