
Originally Posted by
Cory64
I am a lifeguard at a pool. I am a new lifeguard, hardly been in the chair for a month. I am 15. It is a rather small pool, but we still have around ten day camps that alternate dazys. All ten were at the pool today. Buisiest day all year. My manager even told me to stay on my toes. This pool has never seen a drowning incident, and never even transported a patron out with EMS before.
Here is how the last 45 minutes of my shift went.
There are five chairs. I am on the auxillary backup chair. Most of the kids move out of my zone for a minute. I hear a lot of commotion. I look up. I see about 50 patrons gathered aorund the stairs at the 3ft entrance. I notice the lifeguard in that location take off running towards the phone. I look over at my closest guard, and we blow the whistle, and he stays to clear the pool. I look back one more time at the crowd. I see another lifeguard who was at the deep end is now stading over something crying uncontrolably.
I take off running to that area. When I arrive, I see a three year old boy just outside the wter. One of the day camp supervisors is beginning chest compressions. The boy's eyes are rolled back totaly. He is not breathing. There is vomit spewing from his mouth like a rabid dog. I immediately grab the rescue CPR mask so she won';t have to be contaminated by his vomit. But as soon as I bend down, I just instinctually say, "Ma'am, I'm going to give rescue breaths. We are going to do 2 person CPR. She is very emotional, but she says okay and starts counting outloud. I give him two rescue breaths. No reaction. She goes again. I give two rescue breaths. I remove the mask incase of vomiting. The boy's teeth clench and he makes this little faint struggling sound. She continues chest compressions as we are shouting, "Keep with us!" "keep struggling" I look p at the head guard and ask if the EMS is on its way (the fire station is next door, but I hadn't heard any sirens) He says yes, I hear "30" I give two breaths. Again the faint grunt. After the fifth set I give two breaths. Suddenly he starts to make a new noise. Then he breaks out crying. We encourage hgim to cry. MY CPR partner is crying nw two. She grabs me on the head and kisses me. We roll him into a recovery position. I rub his hair and tell him he will be okay. His eyes are still rolled back. By then when I look up the paramedics are staring at me. We continue to comfort him. By now I begin to hear sounds again, and I gain my senses back. The boys gradmother has her hand on my shoulder. Other people, includng my mom, are thanking Jesus.
The EMS wiped off the boys face and put him in a warm towel, and laid him on the stretcher, IO never even saw them leave. I stood up and immediatly buckled to my knees in exhaustion. My co-workers are all giving me a horrified look. I turn around and hug the other woman for several minutes while she cries in my arm. MY manager comes out and asks us to file reports.
Now it is about 10 hours later. I just got off the phone with my boss, who told me that she has a message from the mayor and the Fire Department, and she told me the boy was released from the hospital. I am being called a hero. She wants me to meet with the staff for a little therapy kind of thing. Apparently I was pale as newspaper and walked like a ghost when I was there, but I left quickly.
She told me that she had just gotten off the phone with the woman who helped me, and he had fainted when she got back to work, and is mortified basically.
I have always been a strng person. I don't cry, but I have a lot of feelings, I'm very deep. I have aspired to ba a paramedic for years. I watch a lot of documentaries on CPR and those things, but seeing it has left me totaly indifferent. I don't know how to explain my feelings. Every time I think I'm gonna cry, I end up shaking my head and just giving a small laugh. I really am still in shock I think. I am constantl lost in thought, but now more than ever.
I haven't eaten in hours. I keep seeing that boy with his eyes rolling freely with the ways I move his head. I see that boy with puke dripping out f him ears and eyes. I think of the boy, when he gave a struggle, but couldn't do it.
I am completely indifferent right now. I don't know if I am fine or if I am on the verge of seriously loosing it. I need advice, please. I do feel proud that I kep getting showered with complements, but I always just give a half hearted smile and a blank stare. I want to go itno EMS, but I am really having a hard time getting past this.
I should be happy, the boy lived, I felt the life return to him. But I'm not, I'm happy for him though.
Sorry the spelling is absolutely horrible. But I can't go back through this message now. Any advice would be appreciated.
-Cory-