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.