The fishbone

Yesterday was just another Friday - getting weekend orders out, trying to catch up on emails, then picking up Kyle and taking him to dance class.  While Kyle was doing his bridges and tumbles (Chinese traditional dance move introduction), I ran off to "do a Santa", picking up a few presents for the kids and dropping them into the back of the car before going back to wait for Kyle. 

The other moms and I were watching the kids on the TV monitor and chatting about gifts we have had (or not) from our husbands when my phone rang.  It was my motherinlaw in distress.  In the background I could hear Hannah screaming.  MIL asked me to go home as Hannah had seemed to have a fish bone stuck and was now very upset.  We got Kyle out of the dance class and got him dressed ready for the sprint home.  Kyle asked all the other moms, is my sister dying?  The nice mom helping him get dressed reassured him, and we grabbed our umbrellas and headed out the door.

Luckily, it's only five minutes at a run back to the house.  Kyle was running and grumping, "How dare grandma do that to my cute sister.  If she dies I will be really mad at grandma.  I will tell her she can't do that again!  Oh my knees are breaking but my sister is dying.  Why did she feed her BONES!?!?!"  I tried to tell him that grandma surely didn't feed Hannah bones on purpose and I was sure Hannah was running round or something to have this happen.  Anyway, my dear boy ran all the way for the first time ever.  All to save his little sister.

We got to the door and Richard was there, taking Hannah downstairs.  Kyle was relieved to see Hannah actually breathing and just crying, no longer screaming.  I got in the van with Richard and Hannah and Kyle went upstairs.  We took Hannah to the doctor to get her throat checked.  They obviously weren't too concerned, as we had to wait in the line like everyone else.  I guess the fact Hannah got herself a magazine and lay on the floor with it did show she wasn't at death's door. Her throat was fine, no bleeding or scratches.  Hannah got a good scream or two in when the doctor put some medicine on the red spot just to make sure there would be no infection.  I called the dance school to let them know all was well, then we drove back around the corner home.

When I asked grandma whether Kyle had told her off, she laughed and replied, "No, he came in and saw no other kids here, and stated:  Great, I am alone, nobody will fight with me!"  So much for the brotherly concern.  As it turns out, Hannah had been running around during dinner.  I hope that is a lesson she will remember for at least a few days!