When dd was 3, she choked on a piece of mango (I had cut it up into pieces!!!) and I'd left the room for about two minutes to clear up the dinner things, I called to her to say that I was going to run her bath, and was only by chance that I looked in to check and she was sitting slumped forward with her back to me and her arm twitching... didn't really notice the slumped head, it was the weird twitching that made me stop.
When I rushed to her, she was making these quiet yet awful gurgling noises and her whole face was purple and her lips were blue. Smacked her hard on the back a few times and nothing happened, and whilst I was doing that, my brain was calmly running thorough the songs that I would play at her funeral... after what felt like about half an hour passed (in reality about 30 seconds), I thought, well, I'd better take her to the neighbours and they can help, hoiked her into my shoulder, and as I did, the piece of mango shot out, then she was violently sick all over both of us. Then we both sat and cried, she slowly turned back to a normal colour...
I have never felt fear like it, yet the calmness, it was like there was white noise in my brain, and felt like I was watching us from above, and the totally irrational thought about 'well, I'd better take her to the neighbours' (like they would have been able to help?!) totally unnerved me.
Plus the reliving the moment, what if I hadn't glanced into see her before I went upstairs, etc, what if I had been rushing around as usual, makes my blood run cold. It takes me about five or so mins to run her bath, she would have been gone. In my defence before people leap on me for leaving her for two mins, I am on my own with no support and worked full time. Have never left her since when she's eating, even though she's nearly five now.
She's obviously totally fine now! And I appreciate that my story is nowhere near the scale of harrowing and tragic like others, but that's my 'the world stood still' moment.