I had no idea that a simple trip to the local supermarket would result in a trip to the emergency room. This was definitely a tragic day that I will not soon forget. I have always been cautious about the safety of my children, taking every step to be sure I do what I can to keep them out of harm's way. Unfortunately, on this day, I did everything I could and it still did not make a difference. I left my house that morning feeling happy and refreshed from my morning shower. My son, Adrian, was only three years old and he was excited to go to the store on this particular morning. I strapped him into his car seat, jumped in the driver's side, and off we went. I arrived at the store and right away found my favorite parking space. I felt …show more content…
They gave me some gauze and told me to apply a little pressure to stop the bleeding. Every time I would remove the gauze I could see how his flesh had been ripped, deep, in the shape of an "L". It looked as if one of the metal corners of the food shelves had dug a hole right into his cheek. I recall thinking that I had taken every precaution I could have to make sure he was safe. I still felt as if I had done something wrong. Had I turned the corner to quickly or been too close to the metal shelves? I remember feeling as if I had failed him in some way. Luckily after they stitched his cheek up, and as the years have passed by, his head has grown and the scar is almost completely off of his face. This event has changed my outlook on seat belts for good. I now know that a seat belt does give security and help prevent accidents but they are in no way a promise that tragedy cannot occur. I will never put any of my children in one of those toy car carts, and for months after I would warn any mother that I saw with their child in one. If I think about it, I honestly have not seen one at that store in over a year. Just thinking that they removed them makes me feel
The issue here is the lack of responsibility and attentiveness when it comes to the mother of the child. How could any mother let her four year-old child fall into a wild animal enclosure?
Ever since the incident, I have been more aware of my actions and my surroundings. I’ve been more careful to ask about things before assuming something. Danger is everywhere around us, and without danger life is boring. We, as people, just need to be careful with the actions we take and the choices we make. I also appreciate this incident because without it I never would have learned the real danger in things. Life is risky and sometimes the risk is worth
A situation that would have had clear legal repercussions had these children been living a normal life. Not only was this situation scarring to Jeanette but her bother and sister watched as she was flung from the car and was left behind. Again, research shows that this type of trauma would be absolutely terrifying. Anyone who was witness to this would have suffered long-term side effects of the abuse and neglect.
As I handed a blanket to a patient, the doors outside the room burst open. While this was a common occurrence in the emergency room, something felt extremely different this time. As the emergency medical technicians wheeled a patient in, she screamed in pain. Peering out of the room, I witnessed massive bruises and blood dripping down her face. Her clothes, tattered and torn apart, looked as if she was attacked by a beast. My heart broke for this woman, as the next phrase she screamed sent chills through my body. “My husband did this to me! Keep him away from me!” After checking in with the nursing station, I learned that this woman had been abused for the past five years, but never was able to tell anyone. She never visited a doctor, and
Wow, I can't imagine what you must've gone through when you witnessed that tragic event. That must have been such a hard time. I'm fortunate to have lived in a safe small town. The most action we got are kids pranking the high school during the summer and car accidents. Actually, recently there was a shooting due to road rage, but thankfully no one was hurt. I don't know if you had heard about the shooting in Cleveland a couple weeks ago, but it was bad. A man had a breakdown and recorded him murdering an elderly man. He had posted it on social media and it went viral. The networks couldn't do anything because it had gotten too popular, but I wish they could've because it was awful. I had watched it not realizing that nothing was censored. The man got away and it took them over a day to find him and he was in Pittsburgh by then.
Actually, I passed through something like that many years ago. I had no children and therefore at least no little one was taken as a hostage in the situation, but things got really violent.
Th13 kid may face conditions Posttraumatic stress disorder given this experience had to be a highly emotional event which could kicked the amygdala into high gear. That has been no “breaking incident” that I could find in the news report but if there was the children maybe have flashbulb memories, vivid images of the event and of factors that lead up to the incident. The captive child have years of therapy ahead of them, whether if be congnize, talk, therperies or biology thepies like Beta Blocker. Ancizty, trust issue and social skills will have to be address as they
That day I woke up at 6:20 in the morning, feeling sleepy and excited. I quickly ate my breakfast (and brushed my teeth) and set off to the train station with my huge suitcase. On the train, I was excited with a pinch of nervousness. As we got off the train we quickly ran to school with our
Two of the greatest days of my life were the days my daughters were born. The first time I held the both of them and gazed into their eyes I felt a sense of relief and hope. The feeling is a warm tingling sensation that engulfed my entire body. The emotions that I felt are beyond what words can explain. It’s amazing to me that in the first few minutes of their lives they completely changed my perception of the world.
I don’t follow much news from Quebec. Even though I grew up in the Eastern Townships I am so wrapped up in my own community I missed one important news item. The Queen Victoria Hospital in Montreal is closing on Sunday. I don’t have many fond memories of the 122-year-old hospital located on Mount Royal. My first memory as a 2-year-old was sitting on a cast iron hospital bed while my Mother was playing solitaire. There were no children allowed in the hospital in those days, but after my Mother gave birth to me she had no idea who anyone was. The doctors hoped some memory might come back into her life seeing me. But she did not remember anything for a very long time.
I looked at my parents as they went over the form with me before we left for the airport.
I almost died. Okay, maybe I wasn’t knocking on death's door or anything, but to a fourteen year old, I thought I was a goner. The last real thing I was going to experience was my eighth grade graduation. “I hand this diploma to Kyllah Riann Glass in her final days.” But I’m getting ahead of myself. First, to tell you how I almost died, I must first tell you what happened.
Nervously, I walked into the hospital like I do every year to get my yearly checkup. I was so afraid of what they were going to tell me because every time for the past five years that I have gone I have gained ten pounds each checkup and it feels as if for every every pound I gain there’s another health problem that comes with it. After waiting fifteen minutes in the waiting room it was finally my turn to get my checkup. My doctor, Dr.Miami told me to step on the scale before anything else to see how much weight I gained since my last checkup. I stepped on the scale and to my surprise I went from weighing two hundred and fifty pounds to two hundred and seventy pounds! “Wow” he said, “ I can already tell you that this checkup won’t turn out well.” Feeling both insulted and embarrassed we
Today I was fortunate enough to go to the NICU. As soon as I got there, I had to scrub in for three minutes. After I finished, the nurse that I was assigned to gave me a tour and allowed me to see most of the infants in the NICU. I even got the chance to see a baby with jaundice that was under a light. The infants that my nurse was assigned to were premature. Although they were twins, one was bigger than the other and improving quicker. I learned that there was a possibly that he could go home earlier. After conversing with the nurse for a few minutes, we went to warm up the babies bottles. I learned that before you give any fluids or medicines to a baby, you must get another nurse to double check that you are giving the right stuff to the
I remember this day distinctly. I pulled my hat over my eyes because the sun was shining extremely bright on this hot summer day. I looked over to my mom to tell her that the gas had run out of the lawnmower. She was trimming the extra leaves on the bushes. My mother loved taking care of the lawn. She couldn’t take the lawn looking neglectful. I loved that about my mom she didn’t care how old I was she only cared that I represent her and my dad and no one else. As I am walking to the garage of our brick townhouse to get the gas little did I know that this would be one of the momentous days of my life.