Who wants to read a scary story?
On Tuesday night around 8, I went in to wake up the babies to eat. I got Emsley out of the crib and had her down on the changing table. When I finished with her diaper and looked down at her, I saw her lips looking really weird and her tongue sticking out. She started thrashing around uncontrollably and when I picked her up I could tell that she wasn't breathing. She had a very scared look on her face.
I didn't know what to do because it seemed like she was choking, but I knew there wasn't anything in her mouth. I just started pounding on her back and shaking her a little bit as I was calling 911. I was a little hysterical because at first it wasn't helping and she was just looking at me like "help!"
After what seemed like a slow motion eternity, she took a little gasp, then another, then finally started whimpering and breathing again.
The ambulance (and fire truck...and police car) was there within 5 minutes--very impressive, Murfreesboro! She was a little out of it when they got there and so they took me and Emsley and Summer in the ambulance to the hospital for monitoring. She was perfectly normal overnight and yesterday morning, so they let us come home. Dr. Bigham said he thinks it was reflux and she choked herself, so he prescribed something for reflux and suggested having them upright for at least 30 minutes after eating.
Some phone pictures of our brief stay in the hospital:

The nurses kept getting confused which baby was the patient and which was the sister! But they sleep better right next to each other so I didn't want to separate them. :)
The doc also suggested that they sleep upright for the next month.
Introducing our new sleeping arrangements:

They slept fine in them last night thank goodness! Both girls love sleeping in their crib flat on their backs, so I hate that they can't do that for awhile. But at least it gives me peace of mind at night!
I feel so grateful and blessed that I was there to help her when this happened. My heart just sinks when I think about what would have happened if I wasn't there.
Oh, and where was Joel? In night class, of course. He raced to the hospital as soon as I called him from the ambulance. First my water breaks when he is in night class, and now this. Poor guy probably never wants to take another night class ever again!