To Whom this may concern-
My name is Robert Caldwell and my Mommy is writing this for me because I am only 2 years old. On Wednesday 11-12-2014, a nurse took the day off so my Godmother, Angelica, filled in for the 12 hour-day shift. See, I'm a very complicated little boy and only a skilled nurse is qualified to care for me. I was strapped into my highchair and my 12 pm feeding had begun through my G-tube. I decided I wasn't getting enough attention, and usually when I gently pull at my trache everyone immediately goes berserk! This time, I pulled too hard and pulled the whole thing out.
Angelica tried for seconds...which seemed like an eternity, to get it back in, while my Mommy was crying and screaming, "Breathe, Robert!!" Angelica knew I wasn't getting any oxygen so she immediately said, "Call 911!", which we did. She unstrapped me, stopped the feed, laid me on the floor and started CPR and chest compression until the medics arrived.
Thank you, so much, Angelica. You did exactly what you should have done. It could have happened to anyone and you handled it with confidence, which comes so naturally to you. You saved my life!!
Thank you for sharing your breath with me when I lost mine.
Friday, November 14, 2014
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