I had just moved into my new house when my neighbors introduced themselves to me. I soon became close friends of theirs and would often find myself sitting outside in the sun chatting with them about everything that crossed my mind.
I was working the grave yard shift at a security site. One of the requirements to getting this job was that I had to know CPR. I learned it but never thought that I would ever have to use it.
My next door neighbor was pregnant when I met her and was due any day now. I often felt sorry for her. She was a single mother with five children and another one on the way. I didn’t know how she done it but she was a survivor.
The day her child was born, it had to stay in the hospital. Her baby was born two months early and they feared that if they would release it too soon, it would have problems.
The baby was two months old when they finally released it from the hospital and it was thriving real hard to make it in this world.
It was a sunny afternoon and I was playing on my computer when I heard someone banging outside on my door. I couldn’t believe this, it sounded like they were trying to tear my door down.
I ran from the bedroom into the hall where our front door is. I opened the door and the oldest daughter of my neighbor was standing their with no shoes on and tears running down her face.
She explained to me that her baby brother was not breathing and she needed my phone. I handed her my phone and ran next door. I didn’t even knock on the door. I walked right in and grabbed the baby from the mother. I laid the baby down on the floor and check all of its vital signs and check to see if it was breathing.
The baby had a pulse, but it was weak. The baby was not breathing and I knew that I had to do something to save this childs life.
I began to breath into its mouth over and over. Still nothing. I had to keep trying The baby’s pulse quickly faded away and I began to feel a rush of adrenaline come over me.
I let out another breath into this child mouth and then began pumping on its chest. I could never forgive myself if this child died.
I kept giving it CPR until right before the ambulance got there. It wasn’t but maybe a few seconds before the ambulance pulled up that the baby started breathing again.
The child was rushed to the hospital and the child was put in the ICU. The child had to stay in th hospital for almost a month because of this incident. I was awarded a metal from the hospital for bravery and the mother and I have become close friends.
I still wonder what might have happened if I wouldn’t have taken that CPR class. From that day on, I keep my CPR license up to date and I volunteer to help out with the classes from time to time.
You can get a free CPR license by contacting your nearest American Red Cross or Fire Department.