Operation Bob

I ran a bad call this morning.  I’ve been on many and seen a lot of bad stuff but this one really struck a nerve and weighed heavy on my heart.  A mother went to check on her baby who was less than a month old and found her not breathing and without a pulse.  I was on the ambulance returning from another call when this call came out and we happened to practically in front of the residence so we go there pretty quick. 

As I carrried this lifeless little angel to the rig in my arms, doing compressions all the way and trying to bring her back, I couldn’t help but see my own little guy who not long ago was this age.  Everyone I’ve met in this field agrees that calls involving children are the hardest.  They stick with you, these innocent little babies.  I’ll never forget this baby girl, or the cry of the mother who lost her after only a few weeks together. 

Life is precious.  When I got home I watched my little guy sleep and waited for him to wake up and gave him a huge hug and kiss.  Every minute is a blessing and I hope I never take that for granted.