This afternoon Benjamin was playing with some coins that he found in Daddy's change bucket. As he was playing I could tell he had a dirty diaper so I had him follow me to his room so I could change it. As I picked him up and laid him on his back on the changing table I could suddenly tell something was wrong. He had coins in his mouth (which I was completely unaware of) and he had gotten choked on them. Never in his life has he EVER put coins in his mouth. I immediately see he's choking and grab him and first start hitting his back seeing if that would work. Then tried holding him with my hands in his chest trying to press it hard enough to dislodge the coins. Even tried turning him upside down. At this point, I become hysterical. He's now walking around the house fighting to take a breath. I'm shaking so bad it took me several tries to dial 911. At the same time I call David and tell him to come home immediately. Thankfully, as I was on the phone with 911 the coins came up. I have never in my life felt what I felt for those few moments. Panic, fear, weakness, and hysteria. Once the coins came up he was fine - didn't even cry! I, on the other hand, well, it took me about 20 minutes to return to normal. After I had gathered my composure I went to see how many coins came up. It was 2 quarters and one nickel. Thank you dear Lord. Thank you. Time for some first aid classes.
On a lighter note, I thought today was St. Patrick's Day. So we celebrated it this morning. While we were at a playdate this morning I busted everyone (well thought I was busting them) for not wearing green. Much to my chagrin, they informed me it's tomorrow. Duh!
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