Blessed

I have hesitated to share this story on here, because it makes me look like the worst mom ever. But, I really want to share it for a couple reasons. 1-I know it was a HUGE blessing that things turned out the way they did. 2- It shows what can happen by listening to the promptings of the spirit.

A couple nights ago we were getting the kids ready for bed. Earlier on in the night, Brynlee had been playing with her piggy bank, and had given Noah a couple of coins. He had been holding them when I was rocking him downstairs in the rocking chair. He had gotten upset when he had dropped one of them down the chair. Bedtime came, and we went up stairs. We got the kids dressed in Jammie's, and then brushed teeth, and read stories. At this point all of us had forgotten completely about the coins, nor had I seen Noah carrying them around still, and just kind of assumed he had dropped them both down the chair. Noah still likes to be rocked and sang to before bed, and usually insists by me. I rocked him and sang some songs to him, then laid him down. That is usually all that we do for him, even if he cry's a little, we let him fall to sleep on his own. Jon had been putting Brynlee to bed while I was doing this, so then I went in to tell her goodnight. I said goodnight, then I got a feeling to tell Jon that he should go say goodnight to Noah. I headed downstairs while Jon finished up telling them goodnight. A few minutes later Jon was yelling for me to bring a rag, that Noah had thrown up. I went up to assess the damage, and Jon told me the following. When he went into Noah's room, Noah was bright red and gasping for air. Jon immediately leaned him over the side of the crib, and pounded on his back. After doing this a couple times, he threw up and out came a quarter.

I don't know when he had swallowed it, because I didn't remember seeing him with it in his hands when I brushed his teeth, otherwise I would of taken it away. Regardless of when, it had lodged in his throat when I laid him down. I am so thankful for the prompting to tell Jon to go in and check on him. I am so thankful that is was Jon and not me, because I am afraid I would of panicked, and I am so thankful that my baby boy is OK.

Needless to say, Piggy banks are placed up high at our house from now on.