Life and Death

I had a life and death experience about a week ago. And no, I’m not kidding. It was terrifying.

I was sitting around the dinner table with most of my children. Miss L was off with a friend, but the children were all home. Dad, however, was working late. We had a simple dinner of taco salad and I had cut up nectarines for everyone to share. I was chatting with the boys about their day at school. Everything was casual.

Then I popped half a slice of nectarine into my mouth and somehow sucked it immediately down my gullet. I immediately knew I was choking. I sat for a second trying to cough it up, or suck it down, but the piece was too large. I rose from the table with my hands on my gullet, not certain what to do. I remembered seeing people use a chair to do the Heimlich on themselves, so I walked towards my son’s chair. But I realized that it was too short and that the stools at the counter were too tall.

In that moment, the following thoughts flowed through my mind:

I am going to die.

I am going to die in front of my children choking on a stupid piece of fruit.

I don’t know if you believe in God, but I do. I immediately sent up two prayers. Dear Heavenly Father, please don’t let me die, and if it’s my time to go, please don’t let me die in front of my children.

I sucked in the last bit of air that I knew I’d be able to and determined to try to choke that piece of nectarine out of my gullet. I somehow was able to squeeze it hard enough that part of it I spit out and part of it went down my gullet. And boy did it hurt going down. It was much too large, but I was breathing. I sent an immediate ‘thank you’ up to heaven, then sat down and shook like a leaf.

My house had become deathly silent. I looked up and realized that the children were all staring at me.

Mister M said, “Mom, are you ok?”

I replied that I had been choking and then we had a long conversation about what to do if someone were choking. I am also determined to teach them how to do the Heimlich maneuver as well.

About a half hour later, I was helping Miss O in the bathroom. She looked up at me with her big blue eyes and said, “Mom, you not a ghost?” Tears stung my eyes.

Oh, sweet baby girl. No. I’m not a ghost. Not yet, and God willing, not for a very, very long time.

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Now for some explanation on why I chose the word gullet. A couple of my fun bloggy friends have a fun little blog hop in which they choose a word of the week. I’m sure you’ve guessed what the word of the week is by now!

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