This was a traumatic afternoon, and I am taking a break away from posting about music because I have to sort this out.
This afternoon, my wife’s mother came over to watch the Trentster for a few hours so my wife and I could get a little time out of the house and catch dinner and a movie. We do this every now and again, and its nice to get out of the house.
The movie we saw was the appropriately light ‘Hot Tub Time Machine’ which was much more entertaining than I expected. If your a child of the 80’s, you will probably enjoy this movie.
After the movie we went to dinner at a local Italian restaurant , which is becoming my wife’s favorite place. We got there right when they started serving dinner, so the place was pretty empty (we like it that way) with just a few people here and there.
We had just gotten our salads when a commotion started across the room. A panic stricken woman was yelling in Spanish as her 2~3 year old daughter was choking. Apparently, she had taken about 5 pieces of hard candy and shoved them into her mouth.
What followed was a pretty gristly scene. The manager called 911 while the staff kind of just stood there. The father, trying his best, was attempting to do the Heimlich on the little girl, but in his panic was doing it all wrong. He was pumping her stomach, which was only making her throw up. She was making gagging noises, vomiting a bit. It was heart wrenching.
In my mind I started to feel angry. I don’t know if it was the sounds of the mother screeching or my wife sitting across from me and the look of horror I saw in her eyes, but something in me took over. My mind started racing. I didn’t want my wife to see this little girl die because some asshole didn’t know how to do the Heimlich properly. Plus, whenever I see *anyone* doing *anything* wrong, I feel compelled to step in (welcome or not).
There are a million ways what happened next could have ended badly. I don’t know why it didn’t, and honestly, if I had thought about it at the time, I probably wouldn’t have done what I did.
I got up from the table, walked over and assessed the scene. The girl was throwing up from the stomach pumping, the father was on autopilot pumping away…everyone else was just standing there. I could hear the girl get a gasp every once in a while. I walked up to the father, reached for the girl and said ‘may i’ (or something like that…my memory is a blur at this point.
I put the girl into the position you would to do the Heimlich properly with my hand on her chest and bent her forward a bit (I wanted to get gravity on my side). Then, with two of my fingers on my left hand, I reached in and did a ‘sweep’ to clear the airway. I could feel the candy in the bottom of her throat, and it was actually pretty easy to just pluck it right out. I think I said ‘I got it’ and handed the child back to her father. She started SCREAMING, which told me she was getting air in her lungs and (obviously) back out again.
I went to the washroom to clean myself up (you don’t want the details) and when I came out, the Paramedics had arrived. The mother was clutching the daughter in a death grip. I told the Paramedics how I had cleared her air way and that I think I got it all out. I went back to my seat and finished my dinner.
That’s when I kind of started to freak out.
I don’t honestly know how I remembered what to do. In High school, they gave us a CPR class, but I did very poorly in it (ironically because I always forgot to check the airway). I don’t know why I didn’t think about all the ways it could have ended badly. What if I *didn’t* help, but made i worse? What if that little girl died in my arms? I don’t know if I could have lived with myself if that had happened. I don’t really want to think about it.
The family left shortly after the paramedics arrived. They didn’t come over to thank me or anything, and I never even got the little girls name. I am not really surprised, as they were all very freaked out –the mother, almost the point of being catatonic and the father, I think, was embarrassed that he didn’t know what to do. I am just really glad I was there and that the girl was ultimately ok.
So…now we are home again, and I am feeling a bit traumatized. I really cant imagine something like that happening to my 9 month old. I like to think that if that ever happened, and I didn’t know what to do someone else would step in an help.
I don’t know how to end this post, because I am really only beginning to think through the experience and to processes it. I also want to make it clear I am not posting this because I think I am some kind of hero and deserve some kind of pat on the back. I am just kind of freaked out. I don’t actually *know* that I saved that girls life – the father may have gotten lucky, or the paramedics arrived in time – but its a heavy moment to consider what I may have done today (butterfly wings and all that shit). I think I am going to go lose myself in some EQ and music for a while and then try to sleep.