In the arms of my baby

Choo-choo and I were in his room the other night, about to get him ready for bed. He wanted hugs, so we wrapped our arms around each other and held on tight. Unfortunately, he held on a bit too tight. His arms were squeezing around my neck, preventing me from breathing normally.

I had a moment of panic, gently removing his arms from me and pulling back. Of course, my son cried, thinking Mommy didn’t want to hug him. I had to deep breathe and calm down quickly, which is not easy to do. This was becoming eerily similar to panic attacks I have had in the past. (See My fears)

He came to me again, wrapping his arms around my neck as before. This time, instead of freaking out, I fought off the panic and told him, “You’re choking me.”

Immediately, he moved his arms away with “Sorry, Mommy.”

Wow! Yes, this really was a “wow” moment. He realized he was hurting me and corrected his position in order for it to stop, all without screaming and crying and thinking I didn’t want hugs.

I told him it was okay, and we continued holding each other until he decided he felt better. We continued on with our bedtime ritual, all the while happy in the joint knowledge that we loved each other and everything was all right.

Author: stepbackandbreathe33

I am a writer, mother, wife, and fighter in the battle against depression, anxiety, OCD, and PTSD.

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