That was scary!

I think this one ranks right up there with Ariel tumping Drew over in the swimming pool when he was a baby, because the panic is one you never will forget.

We were at Ariel's basketball game on Saturday and Isaac decided putting his quarter and nickle down mommy's turtleneck sweater would be a fun game. So I'm watching (read yelling) the girls play and trying to keep him from putting his hands down my shirt to retrieve said coins when all of a sudden, Isaac gets this look of terror on his face and starts pointing to his mouth. It took a few seconds it to hit me what was happening, and I kept asking him if he'd put one of the coins in his mouth. He shook his head no, but was obviously choking on something. My only reaction was to jerk him up, and run towards my mom (a nurse) at the other end of the court. I ran with him face to the ground bent over my arm in a sort of Heimlich maneuver. Of course as soon as I stood up, the infamous coins fell to the ground from my shirt and bra, so the people sitting around us thought he had choked on the coins also. I got to the door, and all I could do was yell at my mom that "HE'S CHOKING!" Of course she grabbed him and did a full Heimlich on him, and he started gagging. I picked him back up, and ran with him towards the bathroom all the while asking him if he was going to be sick. He gagged a few more times, and finally started breathing. By this time Keith was right beside me. He saw the wide eyed look and panicked right along with me. I asked him if he got choked on his gum, but he kept telling me he "licked" my fuzzy sweater. All he cared about was that "Granny hurt his tongue, when she squeezed his tummy!" I finally got calmed down and we went back across the gym to watch the game. To say the least I hope I never have a scare like that again. I'll be grey before I'm 35!