If you have ever doubted the value of repeated, sometimes annual, first aid training, this story is for you...Wife is running late. Kids are losing their shit so I had to get dinner on the table. It's leftover night and they didn't like what we had last night, so chicken nuggets and canned carrots it is . Get the food to the table, head back to the kitchen to nuke my dinner. It gets quiet as they chow, but I start to hear gurgling sounds, it's a sound I have never heard a human make before. I look over, my oldest is acting like he is going to toss his cookies so I run him to the bathroom.I get him in front of the toilet and realize he isn't breathing. I Slap him on the back a few time but nothing happens. On the third thrust of the old Heimlich maneuver, out pops half a chicken nugget, followed by a gasp and a whale.Wife gets home a few seconds later, says I'm white as a ghost, and ask what happened. All those years of first responder and CPR training instantly became some of the valuable training I have ever received.The kid is ok, I think it was harder on me than it was him. via /r/Parenting http://ift.tt/2nnCYnp
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