Fishy-Goo

My family and I just returned from a wonderful vacation in Colorado!!!! There is so much to write about I’ll probably have to talk about the trip itself later… for now I’ll just fill you in on the adventure that started our trip off!

 

The 4 of us flew out of SFO midmorning. Mallory, being the seasoned traveler that she is, did great! We set up a Curious George video and she was good to go! Wesley on the other had hadn’t been on a plane in a year and he was not nearly as easy going about the whole thing. He started off on Matthews lap as we were taxing down the runway and as we picked up speed we pulled out the bag of Goldfish crackers (both to entertain them and to help keep their ears open with the chewing motion). Mid take off Wes started to freak out about not getting enough fishies (he likes to have a full mouth AND two full hands all at once). As he started to cry he inhaled and he started chocking on a glob of fishies. Matthew started patting him on his back and after a few moments he realized that wasn’t working. At this point I looked over because Wes is no longer coughing and was frightenely quiet and Matthew was saying ‘what do I do now’? Wesley’s face was plum colored! A sickening bright red and deep purple all at once. I whacked his back twice and when nothing changed I grabbed him from Matthews lap, tip him upside-down over my legs and somehow manage four or five good baby-style heimlich maneuver thrusts (all of this in the cramped space of an airplane row). A large wad of fishy-goo went flying from his mouth and landed on my leg (or seat, or somewhere). His color immediately returned to beautiful pale pink and I started to hug him and tell Matthew “I hope I didn’t break a rib” when he grabbed that regurgitated fishy-goo and popped it back in his mouth. Obviously he was (and is) fine.