This was scary as all hell to me...but We Pushed Through.
When he's falling asleep, I tell him, "You can visit Daddy, BUT you BETTA come back to me. You understand?!" This time when I told him that, it was after he'd coughed & thrownup cold and mucus about 15xs, seconds within each other, in about a 25 min span of time that felt like forever.
But go me!
I stayed calm.
Made sure I didn't see any blood.
Ran the house address in my head, calmly, about 10 times, just in case I needed to call nine-one-one.
Young mommy me would have panic in a situation like this and left it up to his Dad to take control; but single-Mommy-me, keeps calm & keep shit under full control.
I literally let my instincts lead. And I literally learned to listen to my instincts the day his Dad passed away.
I'm grateful for both my son & his father; they've taught & given me a lot.
Like, I'm a motha'curseword'n Going-to-get-through -shit-Mommy because of them.