Hi. I talk a lot about my family. Please be kind.
She just got home and I got to hug her and tell her I love her. She’s not able to communicate like a typical 16 year old, but her words brought me a lot of comfort. “Kristy love save me”.
She does have a broken rib, but she’s going to be ok. Thank god she’s going to be ok.
Words I heard after handling a situation with a cool head and then falling to pieces. My special needs cousin choked on a piece of carrot. I heard screaming so I ran upstairs to find my aunt, uncle, mom, and other cousin trying get her air passage cleared. She was blue, not breathing, and death was imminent. I called 911, put them on speaker, gave our address and all the important info all while sweeping her mouth. Handed the phone off and went to work.
I grabbed her, stood her up, and started abdominal thrusts. She started coughing so I knew she was getting air. I laid her in the recovery position and tried to calm everyone around me down. Then she stopped coughing and breathing. While laying her on on her back, I pushed up on her abdomen multiple times which is Something what would work on a typical developing person. She didn’t respond and her eyes rolled back. We were losing her.
The moment clicked and I started chest compressions. Since she had a reconstructive surgery when she was 3 on her stomach, the air from the stomach doesn’t make it to her throat to dislodge the food. She is unable to vomit when sick. After the 5th compression, she coughed hard and spit out the carrot. I kept her on her side and swept the food out of her mouth and consoled her until the paramedics arrived.
Then I fell to pieces, away from her and everyone in the room. Immediate concern that I had broken her sternum or ribs and just the very close call I had with her dying in my arms was more than I could imagine. Add the EMTs berating of my method, and I lost it.
Her mom, my aunt, just called to tell me thank you, she’s ok but very sore and they’re waiting for the results from the X-rays. In the background I hear a “thank you, sugarplum” from my sweet girl. My aunt said the paramedic was telling the doctor about my “stupid act” of chest compressions and the doctor looked at him and said, “well she’s still here. She’s breathing, she’s alive, and I would have done the same thing to save this child’s life. Her rescuer is a hero”.
I’m not a hero. I am not. I reacted in a way that saved her life: absolute pure intent to get her breathing. She may have a broken rib, but she’s alive. And I’m only saying this to try to calm that voice in my head that tells me I hurt her. I’m not a hero. I’m so in love with this little girl that I would do the same thing again just to hear her say “hello gorgeous” and then “I did it!”
I’m so thankful tonight. So incredibly thankful that this ray of sunshine in our life is here for another day. And I would do it a hundred times over to make sure she gets a chance to live. That’s not heroic; that’s love.
Go look up Breaking the Law by Emeli Sande
Best love song ever written, in my opinion.
For hearting my stomach woes in the walmart bathroom.
It was kinda funny actually. The noises going down in that bathroom were quite the in sync masterpiece. Guess everyone ate at the same place we did.
Glad to be home. Nothing like your own shitter.
I’m so got damn sexy.
What hell must be like.
Especially when there’s 50 people and you have an upset stomach. I want my bathroom.