dkktsunami
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Zen Diver and Big Dawg - great work, wonderful outcome, and compelling display of grace under pressure.
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Yesterday afternoon, here in Kuwait, my husband and I were yelling at our kids to get ready to go out to eat. My den windows and French doors open onto the pool deck. I had heard a couple of sets of parents, each with several children, playing and squealing. The kids were young and most had on water wings. As I was on round three of the get dressed so we can leave mantra, I heard panicked screaming from the pool. I went to my door, and kids were running and screaming and adults were crouching and screaming around something on the ground by the deep end.
I went out my door, but couldn't see what was happening. I really thought there was some bug or maybe a snake there. Another guy walked up as I was walking over and asked if I knew CPR. I then ran to the crowd. The child was a 3 year old boy named Charlie. He was tiny and his parents were shaking him and screaming for him to wake up. Charlie was completely blue. I do not know how long he had been in the water. He had no breath sounds. I immediately began compressions and rescue breathing, and yelled for someone to call an ambulance.
The parents kept trying to help by pulling him around and leaning over him to shake his head. I told them not to touch him and let me work. My husband came out and took over the breathing while I continued compressions. We gave him CPR for 36 minutes, until the ambulance came. We continued it into the ambulance. As they took him away, we collapsed. By this time, his color had changed from blue to pink, but he was unresponsive. His pupils were fixed and dilated. We did not have much hope, but we had to keep trying.
One hour later, they called from the hospital. Charlie's heart was beating on its own and he had to be sedated, because he had begun trying to pull out the intubation tube. They said that he still had some fluid in his lungs, but they were in good shape, I had not broken any ribs,(unusual for one receiving chest compressions), and he was holding his own. The doctors complemented my hubby and me and said that our CPR saved his life.
I cannot describe the emotions throughout this experience. It was chaotic. The parents were understandably distraught, but they were so panicked, they once even tried to pull him away by his feet, yelling to hang him upside down so the water would fall out..... I felt for them. On the other hand, Erick and I were the only people in the entire complex, at that time, who were trained in first aid and CPR. I am now glad that my own kids are so slow at getting ready to leave. We would have been down the street and gone if we were on schedule. After being CPR trained since I was 16 years old, I have never had to use it. Until now.
For God's sakes, if I weren't a diver, I probably wouldn't have kept my certification up.... So, people. Take a CPR course. It may not be your own child, but you may be the only ones who could help one day.
I know that "get ready" mantra, having two boys of my own, you'll probably never say it in just the same way again, eh?
Zen, I understand what you mean by him being stable but have you heard anything on his brain function yet?