The sound of her choking awoke me and sent me into a complete panic. I rushed to her Pack-n-Play and opened her mouth. Saw multiple colors. Multiple colors? Without thinking, I popped my index finger into her mouth and pulled out a band aid. Yes, a band aid. A multi-colored Backyardigans band aid. I had put her to bed for the night with band aids on her legs, left over from her shots late that afternoon, without giving it a second thought. Never did I picture her trying to eat them. What if I hadn’t heard her? How would I have lived with that guilt? I picked her up, held her tightly, and apologized profusely for having put her through yet another first-time mommy torture test.
