Maia was being pretty pissy after we took her out of tonight’s bath. Whenever she would start calming down, I’d move her towards a breast, and as soon as I got her in a horizontal position, she’d scrunch her face up and scream, then need to be soothed all over again.
Well, after half an hour of this, I figured I’d carry her around in the Bjorn until she soothed or slept or I gave up. As soon as I finished fastening it up, she made this odd sort of strangled, gurgling hiccup noise and vomited (not like a dribble of spit-up, but a prolific amount). Then, something just made my gut twist, and I started fumbling to get her out of the harness. I didn’t think she was breathing. I leaned far forward, trying to change her position, supporting her as I pulled her out. As soon as I held her, she felt …. weird. Like she was stuck on a permanent exhale. I screamed for Chris as I flipped her to face me, as her eyes were mostly shut — but the dark part I could see looked glazed over and just wrong.
I went running into the bedroom to meet Chris running out, but my scream seemed to startle her. Her eyes flared wide open and she took a deep breath, then screamed as I handed her to Chris. In his arms, she calmed down (and dizziness swept over me), but I was worried this was her not breathing. She was fine.
She is fine. I think she scared herself with whatever happened. She’s asleep against my shoulder now. I’m going to keep her in bed with me tonight.