Well, I’m almost ready. I have dinner for Kris almost done and Owen can have left-overs from last night. I also have tomorrow night’s dinner half-way done. I have a load of laundry in and a list of what I need to pack. All I need to do is finish loading a suitcase and go to the sewing party and I’ll be ready to hit the road. We are going to the Ohio State Youth Evangelism Conference, in case I never mentioned what it is I’ll be doing. I will be doing about 4 sketches with the guys and then hanging out and enjoying myself. We’ll be back Saturday evening sometime.
We had a little excitement over lunch today. Owen was eating a peanut butter and jelly sandwich and as usual stuffed his mouth as full as possible. He started to say something and then realized that he couldn’t talk and could barely breath and started to get a little scared. I tried to encourage him to spit out what was in his mouth but he tried swallowing instead and began to choke. I was trying to remain calm but was very scared. I pulled his tray and sandwich away and held him up to try to open up his air passage a little and when he still couldn’t seem to gag it up I attempted to do the Heimlich manouver. He seemed to groan but still nothing…I said “Jesus, help me!” and tried it again. This time half a sandwich came out of his mouth. I don’t know if I did it right or not and I don’t know if he really couldn’t breath at all or if it was just so clogged that it was making him panic. Regardless, we both cried and then he wanted the rest of his sandwich. He was still stuffing his mouth and I tried to show him to take small bites but my reaction scared him after his ordeal and he would cry and spit out what was in his mouth if I tried to correct him. He’ll figure it out soon I’m sure.
I hate it that something like that had to happen right before I leave him with someone else for a day. I know, however, that God is protecting him and will keep a much better watch over him than I will.
Wow, I was holding my breath reading that even though i knew he was okay- I guess just because I saw myself in your shoes. Kinda like when you watch a labor/delivery show and you find yourself breathing right along with the mommies-to-be. So glad he’s okay.
That happened to us with our son Christian. Thankfully we were at this small church we were attending at the time and the pastor noticed he was choking! He did the Heimlich manuever on him before we knew what was happening and Christian spit up a chunk of styrofoam cup he had bitten off! To this day, I cringe when I see a small child playing with styrofoam…….