My first born actually swallowed a dime that lodged in his throat and started making this horrid rasping sound. We rushed him to the emergency room and they suggested after x-rays that we give it some time while we waited. You could see a perfect disc centered in his throat. Things being considerably less formal in 1976, instead of admitting him formally, they gave us a lounge with a baby bed. After a shift change, the doctor in charge came in, said that we had waited long enough and they took forceps and removed it. Ended up sending us home and telling us to meet him in the parking lot the next morning and he'd check his breathing. Seems like we must have looked about as poor as we were then.