Oh, yeah, just thought I would blog about another fun experience that happened the same weekend as Andrew's blessing......
We had our first 911 call (and hopefully our last). I was doing some laundry in our laundry room when Thomas came up to me choking. At first, I thought he was just choking on a bite of food or something. He is usually not one to put toys and things in his mouth. But I then realized that he couldn't swallow and was trying to gag something up. I did a swipe in his mouth with my finger, but couldn't feel anything. I screamed to my mom to come help; I was panicking. We were both trying to help him, but nothing was working. So as I was dialing 911, my mom was still working on him. As soon as I get connected to the local medical help, I hear "clink, clink".....two pennies drop to the ground.
I was so thankful and relieved I started crying. Luckily, my mom was finally able to get the pennies up and out and we didn't have to have any medical help come to our house! I don't know what I would have done without my mom there! Scariest experience ever.