Rescue 911

You may have heard last week NorCal was slammed by rain and wind. Just when we opened our big mouths to comment on how so many fences were down, how we were surprised ours hadn't toppled-as that kind of stuff happens to us -we heard the Titanic like creaking of our ancient oak tree. Down it came, right onto our house. Clearly not something the home staging experts recommend when selling a house...We're in process with insurance to clear it out into some nice firewood and repair that side of our roof. No leaks but we have some broken rafters, a squashed vent, and mangled gutters. Poor old tree was probably 50 years old and was Joey's favorite place to see squirrels from the kitchen window.

Not the end of the drama though, oh no. With all that oak tree in the yard we ended up with oak leaves tracking into the house-those sharp, rigid ones that pierce garden gloves and stab bare feet. Just perfect for a wee crawling baby to sweep up with little fingers and slip into her mouth. On Tuesday while I was at work and Jim and my mom were at home watching Fi, she managed to sneak one of those sharp little pieces of shrapnel and in no time was coughing and gagging, spluttering up a little blood, and looking distressed. Not sure if it was lodged and in seconds she'd turn blue or something Jim called 911 while he continued to try to get it out. She quickly threw it up but that didn't stop the sirens, fleet of rescue vehicles, and crew of paramedics. In no time Fi was bashfully smiling at the guys in uniform and was given a clear bill of health. Scary! Luckily I didn't call home to check in until all of this was settled as I have enough drama with patients at work. So now I'm looking into an infant/child CPR/rescue class Jim can take, maybe with my brother.