A while back, I wrote about my neighbor who had her little boy go into fever induced seizures. I can’t find the damn post now, so to recap: the kid had been running a fever for 2 days, couldn’t keep Tylenol or other fluids down, mom does nothing until the kid goes into a seizure and then proceeds to FREAK THE FUCK OUT. No, really. You’ve never seen anyone freak out til you’ve seen this chick running around, flailing her arms, screaming and crying so loud that you can’t even hear the 911 operator giving instructions. It took every ounce of strength I had to NOT slap her fucking silly the first time.
Tonight, it happened again, only this time, it was her daughter that was sick.
I could hear the woman screaming as she ran to my door (they don’t have a phone in their apartment), and I just KNEW it was happening again. Sure enough, I open my door when she knocked and there she was, holding her daughter and screaming bloody murder. I grabbed the phone, told her to put her daughter down on the floor and dialed 911. That was a mistake because it just freed her arms to allow the requisite flailing to accompany the screaming and crying. Thankfully, her boyfriend was home so I told him to get her the hell out of here so I could hear the instructions being fed over 911. The little girl was listless and had a fixed stare…and hotter than hell…but she didn’t stop breathing like her brother did over the summer. She seemed to perk up a bit when the EMTs showed up and she started screaming bloody murder, so I’m sure she’ll be fine.
Honestly, I have all the sympathy in the world for a mother who fears for the life of her child. I REALLY do. But god damn it, you are of absolutely NO use to your child if you allow yourself to freak out.
Hasn’t anyone told this woman how to care for a sick kid and when to be concerned enough to take it to the doctor? I can understand it happening once…but twice?? They’re not neglectful parents by any stretch of the imagination, but they certainly need a clue or two. They’re both young and I should cut them some slack, but the drama from the mother annoys the ever loving shit out of me.
On the bright side, that’s TWICE recently that I’ve gotten out of having to use CPR and that is always a good thing. Giving the Kiss of Life to that Annie doll is one thing…but I have an unreasonable fear that I’ll blow up a little kid. I’ve got the heimlich manuever down pat though. I had to perform the baby heimlich on my youngest son when he was almost a year old and choked on a piece of teething biscuit and I had to do the regular heimlich on my oldest son when he choked on a Lifesaver when he was 6 or 7.
But the thought of having to do CPR on another human being unnerves me a bit.
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