EMS POEM

EMS POEM
Sorry, if we woke you in the middle of the night,
But someone in your neighborhood was fighting for their life.
Sorry, if we block the road and make you turn around,
But there's a bad wreck with people dying on the ground.
When you see us coming, we hope you'll understand
Lets us have the right-of-way, someone needs our helping hand.
Sometimes a person is choking, sometimes a broken leg,
Sometimes a heart stops beating
And when we get there, it's too late.
So if you see us crying, when we think that we're alone
You'll know we had a "bad one" and were feeling mighty down.
You ask us why we do it?
"How can you watch a child die?
It's never very easy, but we'll try to tell you why.
We don't do it for the money; you see, we don't get paid.
We don't do it for the glory, but for the life that might be saved.
Somewhere deep within us, our souls are crying out.
We are here to help our neighbors in their hours of pain and doubt.
God gave us something special, to help us see you through,
We do it because we love you, and care about you, too.

We are not a TAXI people

Stars

“Perhaps
they are not stars, but rather openings in heaven where the love of our
lost ones pours through and shines down upon us to let us know they are
happy.”

Drowning

If anyone read my last post you will be pretty surprised to now that the next day I got a call for a 1 year old drowning. The second we got the call I knew it was meant for me. I just was in complete shock. I had to look at the address about 10 times to make sure it wasn't for my own 1 year old child. It was in the same city I live in and only 2 streets away. The call was for a little girl. She reminded me of Brady. Blond hair and the same size. When we got there one of the firemen ran up and told us to grab a pediatric board. He appeared extremely distraught. My heart was racing as I grabbed the board and proceeded to the pool area. When I seen the little girl I tried the best I could to retain my composure. All I could think about was saving her. I wanted to see her open her eyes and I wanted to hear her laughter. All I could hear was her poor moms cries. It was an accident-all over being overcharged for pizza. She only looked away for a second...Just the way it seems to happen in the news daily. But this time she was lucky. She grabbed her baby out of the spa and started CPR and it worked! She brought her back. And now what I was looking at was an unconscious vomiting little girl. She looked bad but she was alive. We got her on the peds board and she continued vomiting-and I continued turning the board sideways so she would not aspirate. As we were en route to the ER her pulsox dropped quite a bit so I assisted her ventilations with a BVM. It worked and started to bring her sats back up. By the time we got to the Er she was doing much better. Not quite alert yet though. A traumatic experience takes a long time to recover from. Once at the Er I found out this wasn't just any little girl, this was an Er nurses grand daughter-someone I have known for quite a few years. Wow was I in shock to learn that. She cried and I held it in but I wanted to cry too for her-I hate to see people sad. after they had stabilized her they let her hold her. She sang to her. I stood by them and quietly filled out my paperwork. I was comforted by her singing. She lived-She went home a few days later. I am very happy the way this played out. I felt like I was in a euphoric state for the next week. Definitely a different feeling from what I have been used to for the last few months. Watching someone live is such a drastic change from watching someone die. I am so very happy that God chose for her to stay. I needed to see that everything isn't always bad. God knew what I needed to help heal me and I am so greatful for him.