Hope in the Day to Day

Well, Brynn and I made it safe and sound to Chicago last night. We came up here so that Daddy could work real hard (nights/overtime) and we'll stay out of his way. Plus, he's blessing us by allowing us to come and enjoy time with my Aunt Jeannine and Uncle Duane. It's so great to be here, I love coming here.
We had a good flight up, I ended up getting to sit in Business Class with an empty seat beside me. I was a little nervous flying with a 9 month old by myself, so it was wonderful having all that extra room. Brynn is just a "little" busy at this age, and was quite squirmy, but she did great, considering she was stuck sitting on my lap for 2.5 hours. =)
We did have one little incident... It was my first Mommy panicking moment. I don't like them. I know there will be more, but I like to imagine there won't be. We had just gotten on the plane, and hadn't even left the gate yet. Brynn was eating snacks and I had an ice water, she loves to drink out of my cups, so she was having some of my water and then when the water was gone, she was playing in the ice. At some point she had gotten a piece of ice and put it in her mouth, without me completely realizing what was going on. Before I knew it, I guess she swallowed it, and I thought, oh no, that's painful... (you know when you swallow too big of a piece of ice and it hurts??) Well, then she was making this awful face and then started to choke.. then continued to choke... I'm thinking "you're ok... You're ok..." I started hitting her back as her face kept getting red, she's still choking... Then she starts gagging, and some bloody mucus starts coming up. I start thinking, "ummmm ok," then I'm still like, "you're ok, the ice will melt..." But she kept choking, so all of the sudden I realized she wasn't ok, and wasn't breathing. So I jumped up and yelled, "I need Help! She's choking and I don't know what to do!" all these people ran over to me and were helping me, as she's still throwing up bloody mucus.. just then she started crying, which tells me she's breathing... So the one guy who was helping, was telling me, "she's ok, the ice probably just melted enough to go down..." And then she cried for a little bit and I nursed her and she was fine. Then I hid in my corner and cried too... =) Thank you God. It was so scary. I'm so grateful that God is in control and He is sovereign, that I don't have to fear, knowing that Brynn's life is in His hands. All of our day's are numbered, and Brynn is not mine, she is the Lord's. He's blessed me with the job of taking care of and raising her to the best of my ability.
So, that was my fun moment. =) Thank you God for protecting my baby girl... Thank you for hearing my prayers day after day... You are so good.