My son was born eight weeks early and spent the first month of his life in the hospital. As a parent of a preemie baby, Clint and I were required to complete a checklist of things having to do with infant care. I watched an extra-long video on car seat safety, we learned all about colic and shaken-baby syndrome, we learned how to use a bulb syringe and we had a whole training session on our apnea monitor - which basically made me crazy. Perhaps the most useful part of this checklist was the requirement that Clint and I take an infant CPR class. Clint and I were the only two parents in our session and I honestly feel like we learned a lot of good things...especially what to do if a baby is choking. The night after I had Peter, before we went down to be with him in Wichita, the hospital in Hays gave us a "care package" of sorts, which was mostly full of infant care information. This care package included an infant CPR kit...complete with inflatable baby.
I was digging through Peter's closet and when I found the kit, my husband immediately said "Let's purge that s**t!" Does that seem uncouth? I heartily agreed. I might be more eager to keep the kit if we hadn't taken the course, but now the kit is just a sad reminder of those first scary hours in the hospital after Peter was airlifted to Wichita. So we'll say goodbye to the inflatable baby and hello to our healthy baby boy!
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