Baby Blues

Yesterday, the whole family had a big scare. Why? It’s because of what I did. All of us were having dinner at the table. I was eating rice and in my playful mode. I was playing with my drink cup, and splashing water all around. So with a flash, mama confiscated my cup. I didn’t like it at all so I cried out loud. But in my agitated crying state, I’ve forgotten to breathe out. There was I, open-mouthed with no sound coming out. In papa’s own words, my lips and eye brows started turning blue. Papa yelled a warning and mama quickly shook me to snap me out of my open-mouthed non-breathing state. Once my brain kicked in, I took a long deep breath and cried out some more. Mama took me in her arms, cuddled and soothed me. Papa then reassured me and my other siblings, who by now, were quite stunned at what had just transpired that some babies do forget to breathe, in their intense crying state. He said he remembered big bro having the same episode. That was the worst thing that ever happened to me.