A few years ago, I was enjoying a catered Whole Foods breakfast at my mom’s group. And I was enjoying it, because, well, I’m cheap. I don’t shop at Whole Foods, but if someone else is going to buy their food for me, it’s a good day. There we were enjoying big, juicy, organic strawberries and croissants filled with chocolate when this cute little nurse gets up and starts scaring the strawberries right out of our mouths. She’s up there telling us what to do if our kids start choking or if we find them unconscious. Choking? Unconscious? I was equally scared and annoyed. First of all, um-I cut grapes into 50 pieces with my handy-dandy expensive knife my aunt gave me for my wedding. Secondly, I lived in a BUNGALOW – my baby was never out of my sight. Thirdly, thanks to this little nurse, I felt a little nauseated at the thought of my child dying, and my organic strawberries and chocolate croissants were staring up at me like “Hey! Did you forget about us?”. I looked around and every girl in the room was also staring forward in terror and neglecting their pretty strawberries.
But, she did have a point. Maybe I should have learned CPR or just listened to what she had to say. I did neither.
Another kid and two and a half years later I drug my reluctant self to Burleson at rush hour during Christmas week and took a five-hour CPR class. Not because I thought that anything would ever happen to me, but because a current CPR/AED certification was required to obtain a Group Fitness Certification. It was long. It was tedious. It ran late. There were no snacks (not even Christmas snacks). But I came home feeling a little more prepared should something crazy happen to someone else’s kid.
Two weeks ago, I was standing at our kitchen counter while my girls finished up their dinner. The baby was probably eating something squishy and making a big mess. The big girl was eating grapes. She doesn’t eat much, but she eats grapes a lot so I’d gotten a little lazy with cutting them into 50 pieces, or even 2. I looked down for an instant and when I looked up, her face was frozen in horror. It was a grape…in her throat. I can tell you right now that CPR class makes you feel like a rock star but whenever it’s actually happening, you feel like a blubbering crazy hysterical fool. I started screaming and slapping her back as hard as possible (they don’t teach you that in CPR), then I swept her up and heimlich’ed my own kid. The grape came up, she screamed, and we both cried and prayed and cried some more.
SO, I’d like to encourage you, don’t delay. Get CPR trained. Sign up today. Know how to perform the Heimlich on yourself, your child, or your spouse. It’s probably unlikely you will ever need it, but in that instant that you do, 911 will not get there quick enough to save your child’s life. Click here to find classes near you, today.
Have you ever had a life saving experience? What did you do? How did you help?