Mom asked for Pics of Paige so here are some dating as far back as December. I am not as creative or organized as my sisters so I will just throw them out there!
4 years ago
Wednesday, June 11, 2008
Friday, June 6, 2008
Rescue Me???!!
Since no one is linked to this blog I will feel free to be honest and use this blog as a therapy tool. I previously blogged that I felt that Verbal Vomit was inappropriate but now have changed my mind.
Yesterday I took a trip with all four of my children to Sam's Club. Just for a fun activity during the summer. Everyone was of course starving so we made the rounds through the frozen food section to get as much free food as we could. However Sam's Club seemed to be running behind and the only thing available was fruit coctail and animal crackers. Trey gave all of the crackers to Paige who promptly stuffed 3 in her mouth. Being the lax mother I am I assumed that she would soggy them up and then spit them out.
Since the fruit coctail and crackers did not fill up the children I sent Ty with Trey and Shane to buy some pizza while I checked out. Paige was not pleased with her siblings leaving and began to wail. On her second big wail she inhaled an animal cracker that proptly got stuck in her throat. She was not breathing just opening her mouth and looking horrified. I blew on her which usually works when she holds her breath..nothing...I turned her over and patted vigorously on her back...still nothing... I am starting to panic and people are looking at me...I think I said softly someone help me...then I tried the heimelich manuever....still nothing and she is turning blue... I am screaming someone help me, someone help me...nothing just stares...so I hang her upside down and bang on her back and out comes three soggy animal crackers.
The cashier then asks if he should call a doctor. (No you moron!!) An a lady next to me said that she knew what to do when a baby was choking but did not want to take her from me. Hello...did you not hear me saying "Help Me!!" in a very panicked voice?
This morning while I was rehearsing the events of yesterday my epiphany came. I am a rescuer who definitely wants to be rescued. Even when I am screaming "Help me" no one will come. That is my job. Then I cried for myself out of pity.
Lesson learned loud and clear. When you yourself are a rescuer no one will rescue you even if you ask for it. Now I definitely feel sorry for my DAD. So this can be a Fathers Day post of sorts to the biggest rescuer of all. Where do you think I learned my rescuing skills?
Thanks Dad for always rescuing and I feel your pain and longing for someone to rescue you.
(My after thought..)
But alas I cannot wallow in my own sadness for rescuers because I know that there is someone to rescue me from my pride, self pity, sadness, sins and mistakes. The Savior.
Yesterday I took a trip with all four of my children to Sam's Club. Just for a fun activity during the summer. Everyone was of course starving so we made the rounds through the frozen food section to get as much free food as we could. However Sam's Club seemed to be running behind and the only thing available was fruit coctail and animal crackers. Trey gave all of the crackers to Paige who promptly stuffed 3 in her mouth. Being the lax mother I am I assumed that she would soggy them up and then spit them out.
Since the fruit coctail and crackers did not fill up the children I sent Ty with Trey and Shane to buy some pizza while I checked out. Paige was not pleased with her siblings leaving and began to wail. On her second big wail she inhaled an animal cracker that proptly got stuck in her throat. She was not breathing just opening her mouth and looking horrified. I blew on her which usually works when she holds her breath..nothing...I turned her over and patted vigorously on her back...still nothing... I am starting to panic and people are looking at me...I think I said softly someone help me...then I tried the heimelich manuever....still nothing and she is turning blue... I am screaming someone help me, someone help me...nothing just stares...so I hang her upside down and bang on her back and out comes three soggy animal crackers.
The cashier then asks if he should call a doctor. (No you moron!!) An a lady next to me said that she knew what to do when a baby was choking but did not want to take her from me. Hello...did you not hear me saying "Help Me!!" in a very panicked voice?
This morning while I was rehearsing the events of yesterday my epiphany came. I am a rescuer who definitely wants to be rescued. Even when I am screaming "Help me" no one will come. That is my job. Then I cried for myself out of pity.
Lesson learned loud and clear. When you yourself are a rescuer no one will rescue you even if you ask for it. Now I definitely feel sorry for my DAD. So this can be a Fathers Day post of sorts to the biggest rescuer of all. Where do you think I learned my rescuing skills?
Thanks Dad for always rescuing and I feel your pain and longing for someone to rescue you.
(My after thought..)
But alas I cannot wallow in my own sadness for rescuers because I know that there is someone to rescue me from my pride, self pity, sadness, sins and mistakes. The Savior.
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