Fire baby rescue
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Archived from the IMDb Discussion Forums — Rescue 911
sun78 — 15 years ago(April 12, 2010 11:21 AM)
So I just watched the episode about the woman who had to drop the 8 babies she was taking care of out a third story window because of a fire. Several emotions and feelings were going through me as I watched. One was laughter because it was a little funny watching this woman throw these little kids out the window(mind you, I love kids and was not being insensitive). At one point, when the smoke alarm went off and the kids were crying, all I wanted to do was jump in there and hold those poor little babies and comfort them. Other thoughts were if I were in that situation, it'd be hard for me to drop those children. I know that I'd have to do it, but dropping little babies from 3 stories up would make my heart pound because I'd keep having these images of one of the babies not being caught and getting hurt. I would especially have a hard time forcing the babies to fall, especially if they were holding onto me for dear life. But in an emergency situation, you do what you gotta do and that is exactly what that woman did. I'm sure it was heartbreaking to drop those babies, but she had to do it to save their lives and aside from being scared beyond all get out, those babies were probably fine and bounced back.
When I was working at a daycare, I had one little girl, under 2, have a seizure on me. I was alone with the kids, although there was the preschool room next door and I was changing a little girl's diaper, when the little girl napping below me started to have a seizure. It was the freakiest thing ever and will always stick in my mind. To make it worse, I had only been working there a little over a month. I quickly went to the door where the preschool room was and got another teacher and the daycare director came and took the little girl away. An ambulance came and took her to the hospital, but I did not see that part, because I had the other kids to take care of. I was pretty shaken up the entire night. And to make matters even more worse, the daycare could not get a hold of the mother, so here I am still shaken up, even a couple of hours after the child had been taken to the hospital and in walks the mother, expecting to pick up her child. I made eye contact with the mom for a few seconds and she knew something was wrong because she didn't see her child. I told her that her daughter had been taken to the hospital, that she's fine and that she needed to go to the front desk. I'm not sure what was worse, the child having a seizure right in front of me or me having to tell the poor mother that her child was in the hospital.
Now to anyone who is wondering, the child was fine. She had had a fever, I guess, that day and it spiked. At that time, my shift started late in the afternoon, after naptime and I did not know that the child was sick.