Gadgets. Work. Software. Solving a tricky user interface presentation problem. More gadgets. Concern at messiness of email inbox. Baby not breathing. Wait a second. What!?
It’s amazing how a simple phonecall from daycare can totally change your perspective. Apparently Ollie had a wee issue at daycare yesterday and stopped breathing for for around 15 seconds. Blue lips and all that. Shit. We’re presuming he choked briefly on something, but from the description and the doctor’s analysis, it could have been a short (but bad) asthma attack. Bugger. So we’re on a watching brief for the next couple of days.
It’s also times like this that one realises the quality of a workplace. My workmates at Datacom were fantastic, almost ordering me to go home when I considered staying until the end of the day. I’m sure Ollie would have been fine, but it was reassuring to see his smiling face first hand.
So now I’m shut-in dad for a day. I’m tossing up between getting some Teletubbies out of the video store so I can get some work done (yes yes, bad parenting and all that, but it’s genuinely the only way to keep the little guy in one spot), and going window shopping or something. Apparently we’re meant to keep a very close eye on O to see if he has any funny breathing patterns. Parents of 1.25 year olds might want to suggest how one manages to keep ‘a close eye’ on the breathing of an upwardly-mobile child?