Yes, last night, I had THE CLOSEST scare of my life with one of my children.
I had made dinner, tortellini, and was sitting with the kiddos as I look over at Laila who is choking/crying. I'm watching her, and realize she's not making normal choking sounds. I'm still calm, pull off the tray, pull off her bib. I tilt her over to start in on a gentle Heimlich. When I finally realize this is beginning to get serious, I am frantically searching for the phone, freaking out, and yelling to Colson I need the phone to call 911, meanwhile, my Heimlich maneuver now has a bigger sense of urgency as I'm running through the house with my arm under her ribs, when all of a sudden that stupid tortellini comes flying out.
I just set her down on the floor and stood their shaking, my heart was pounding, and this was probably not more than a minute, but it felt like an eternity. Laila immediately scoots herself over to her chair, and starts eating the tortellini again. I had to pull myself out of the shock, and get over there to get everything out of her way. She's mad at me, hungry and ready to eat some more. No idea, how close she was to meeting her first EMT's.
So yes, I wipe bums, I teach about the gospel (harlots and all), I sing made up songs out of tune, etc. But yeah, I'm a life-saver, too.
By the way, I would recommend cutting tortellinis in half for little ones.