Bella and I were just having lunch and when I didn't hear her usual "mmmm, mmmm, mmmm'ing", I looked over at her and she had her little hands on her throat! Praise God I remembered what to do and didn't panic. I performed the Heimlich manuever on her and out popped a piece of chicken. Yikers!
Poor thing...she was so scared, she pushed her food away and just wanted me to hold her (which I gladly did). After a few minutes, I asked her if she wanted some chocolate milk, and she signed "please". For Bella, chocolate milk makes everything OK! Doesn't chocolate do that for everybody?
Thank you, God, that this was just a scare and nothing a little chocolate milk couldn't help!