When there was an emergency...
When we dropped Thea off at my mom’s house that November day
and left for our day trip, she seemed fine.
She was excited to spend the day with her Nana and kissed us goodbye as
we left with no complaint. Tyson and I
enjoyed our day in LA and as the evening approached, we said good bye to our
friends and prepared to make the drive home.
As we walked toward our car, my phone rang suddenly. My mom was on the other line letting me know
that Thea had been acting strange and tired for the past couple of hours and
that she had just thrown up. My heart
dropped as I told my mom that she should take Thea to the hospital. Thea can’t fast and throwing up means she
hasn’t got any food in her stomach to help her cope with any stress her body is
under.
Thea and her Nana |
We quickly paid our parking fee and pulled out onto the
freeway. We were only an hour away, but this
was LA on a Friday and our car was inching along the freeway at 5 miles per
hour. I could hear the panic in my mom’s
voice as she responded to my instructions- go to the nearest emergency room,
take our emergency letter, and ask them to check her heart, blood sugar and
monitor CK levels. To top it off, Tyson
and I both realized that our cell phones were about to die, mine because it was
old and the battery life was short, and his because he’d been using the GPS to
find our way through LA. My mom wouldn’t
be able to talk to us. I whispered my
last instructions to her as my phone went blank.
Tyson and I, both trying to stay calm and both silently
urging the unmoving traffic to move, looked at each other. How could this happen? As I scanned the area, I noticed a T-Mobile store
off of the next exit. We pulled off and
Tyson drove up to the store as I jumped out.
The store was packed full of customers, but I cut to the front of the
line. I held up my phone and begged, “Please
can you find me a car charger for this phone right now!” I don’t know what he saw in my face, but my
desperation must have shown because he gave me the charger, took my credit
card, and no one complained about me taking their spot in line. Tyson had been circling the parking lot, and
I jumped back into the car and plugged my phone in.
I dialed up my mom who had reached the emergency room only
to report that the lady at the front desk would not even look at our emergency
letter. My mom was stuck in the
emergency room. Thea was limp and
sleeping in her arms even though her bedtime was hours away. My mom tried three more times to get the
front desk lady to let Thea in, but the lady refused. My mom sounded near tears. I didn’t know who to call for help. This wasn’t our usual hospital. All of our regular doctors were in San Diego,
still almost an hour away from where they were now.
Hours passed by, and when she finally got in, my mom passed
the phone over to the nurse. Tyson spoke
to him in a calm, firm tone. “I know you
guys are taking this very seriously and I really appreciate that,” Tyson said,
even though up to this point they really weren’t. “This disease can cause permanent brain damage,
so I am anxious to get her some care.”
He asked for blood work, a heart monitor, and a CK level check. The nurse seemed to be responding and asking
questions as Tyson filled him in on Thea’s history.
Shortly after that, we arrived at the hospital. The doctor was monitoring Thea carefully at
that point, and she recommended Thea be transported by ambulance to her regular
children’s hospital. The doctors there
found that Thea had a virus. She was
also very constipated, so they gave us some medicine to relieve her
constipation. With the introduction of
fluids, her health began to improve, and we were released to go home.
Eating again! |
I asked my doctor later what we should have done so that we
could have gotten into the hospital sooner.
He recommended that we complain about the person in the front, and he
said to call 911 right from the emergency room if you have to. He also gave be a better number to call him
if I needed to. We learned to carry cell
phone chargers at all times, and that we really can’t travel too far from Thea because
we need to be able to get to her within a shorter amount
of time. We now monitor her bowl
movements and we have her heart rate constantly monitored through a LINQ
monitor. We continue to keep her
emergency letter with us at all times and have several phone chargers
ready.
This week, I was eating lunch in the teacher’s lounge when
the teacher next to me suddenly nudged me in the arm. I turned to look at her and it was
immediately obvious that she was choking.
I jumped out of my seat and grabbed her around the waist, desperately
trying to remember the hand positions for the Heimlich Maneuver. I began to thrust my fists in the upward
movement pumping her diaphragm with my trembling hands but after a minute I
knew it wasn’t working. At that moment, she pushed me away, and I shouted for someone else to try.
Another teacher took my place, and I yelled for a third to run and get
the school nurse. That teacher ran toward the school office, but before she
returned with help, the teacher was breathing and coughing. The second teacher had managed to make some
progress and it had all ended.
I felt guilty for the next couple of days. I was disappointed in myself for not being
able to help the teacher when she desperately needed it. My husband and mother pointed out that I had
helped her by drawing everyone’s attention to the situation and making the attempt
to help the woman. But hadn’t I just put
her in more danger, I thought to myself, by wasting the minute that I attempted
to perform the Heimlich Maneuver and not done a strong enough pull? My mom pointed out that I had the wisdom to
know that it wasn’t working and to ask for someone to take over. She told me that I was being too hard on
myself.
I think after all of this I’ve learned that emergencies come
up suddenly, with no warning, and they are tough. It is hard to think clearly when you are
under so much pressure. Each emergency
that I’ve been through has helped me to be a little more prepared for the next
one. However, there is only so much you
can do to prepare and after that, you have to do the best you can. You have to rely on your gut and instinct. You have
to be able to ask for help when you need it and you need to ask for help in a way that gets quick results.
Afterwards, you have to forgive yourself for what you could and couldn’t
do in that moment. And instead of dwelling
on your own guilt, about what you could have done better, you let that
gratitude in. Everyone is safe and we
made it through, and we are a little wiser, a little stronger, and a little bit
more ready for the next of life’s challenges.
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