Tinfoil Trauma

Soooo, Natalee and I decided to make breakfast this morning. I sat her on the counter after getting out all the stuff we needed to make monkey bread and busied myself putting the sugar & butter on the stove, all the while keeping one hand on her--keeping her safe, being mom of the year. I heard a crinkle, crinkle and realized she was playing with the tinfoil that was covering a dessert I'd made earlier in the week. I scolded her and took it away and turned back to stir the saucepan on the stove. Out of no where I heard her start coughing and sputtering and quickly turned back to her. I couldn't see anything she'd been into and couldn't figure out what she had eaten. As I was trying to figure out what she had I glanced at the pan I'd moved away from her and realized that there was a hole in the middle of the tinfoil. Poo!
I picked her up, ran into her bedroom (where there is a baby monitor that feeds upstairs) and yelled for Mike, who was in bed. He barrelled down the stairs and as I explained what she'd done he pulled her from me and did the absolute right thing. The thing I should have thought of but couldn't process. As he was pounding on her back and pointing her head down she stopped coughing and started struggling and turning blue. Mike told me to call his dad, who was on ambulance duty, so I did and somehow got across what I needed after Sara answered. By this time Mike was sitting on the couch beating on Natalee's back. Finally she started trying to vomit and began crying...blessed, blessed crying (me too, just in case you were wondering). The medics came in and checked her out, listened to her lungs & watched her eat breakfast and we called Nurse Paula & Dr. Rick to get their opinion on what we should do. She's doing fine, of course, because babies are resilient like that...however this mama needs put back on her heart pills & needs a bottle of lady l'oreal after all that...and all before 9 o'clock a.m.
So thank you Phil & Jodi for rushing over and an even bigger thanks to Super Daddy who reacted with calm and finesse in an emergency. I've wondered all day if I would have been by myself if I would have been able to remember what to do. I'm CPR trained, as are all school employees, and my head knew what to do but my heart wouldn't let me think. It's times like this when I truly realize that God never gives us more than we can handle...He knew I couldn't handle it but He also knew Mike could.
Needless to say, we're waiting for a shiny diaper in the Beeler household this week because, like most things in life, this too shall pass...

oh, sorry...I just couldn't resist!