I sat down to have a yogurt and watch an episode of Angel and my phone rang, it was one of my counselors at the pool. Mine and Jeremy's favorite camper had been pulled from the pool unconscious and the ambulance was on the way. Thankfully, two rescue breaths resuscitated him and he was alert, coughing up water, and terribly upset about the whole thing. Any time you perform CPR on someone, an ambulance is required, and the great thing about living in Decatur is that we have some really great paramedics and we're about 7 minutes from CHOA (Children's Hospital of Atlanta-- premiere pediatric care in the South East). The little guy was sitting in the back of the ambulance when I got to the pool ahead of his mom, so we loaded up and headed straight over there, and they called his mom to have her meet us at the hospital.
We're still not sure exactly what happened-- the lifeguard's story differs greatly from my staff's version and I'm frankly inclined to believe my staff. They were clearing everyone out for adult swim and when they turned around, someone was pulling him out of the pool and calling for a lifeguard. Jeremy says W wasn't five feet from a lifeguard stand and the guard was not the one who pulled W out-- a woman who seemed to be an EMT, paramedic, or the like was the person who pulled him out. W told the doctor he wanted to jump in one more time, so we think there's a possibility he went to jump in and slipped, hit his head, and fell in instead. No matter what happened, it's clear that there's no fault in this. His parents said he's been getting a little reckless with regards to swimming, and he has a tendency to be that kid who always gets hurt.
I have a friend who is a nurse at CHOA and looked in on him tonight-- she says they'll discharge him either tonight or tomorrow morning and he's doing fine. He was chatting with me in the ambulance on the way over, and though he was obviously freaked he was fine other than a slight tummy ache. I hear chlorine will do that.
The parents have all been very supportive, which is nice-- when something like this happens, you not only worry about one of your favorite campers and their family, but worry that other families will be worried about sending their kids your way. Seeing someone that small so scared is traumatic, too, and I managed to hold it in until the nurse walked me out of the ER. I had to go back to camp to write up a statement (since you know some of those kids would have told their parents someone had died) and was given hugs by several parents, and received some very positive feedback through e-mail from others.
It was a hard day, probably the scariest call I've ever gotten (and will get until I have kids of my own), but I hope that I can handle it as well as his parents did-- I know it helps that he's fine in the end, but it made things go smoother that mom and dad weren't frantic, yelling, or extremely upset. When I called his mom she said, "Well, you're calling me in the middle of the afternoon, so that can't be good! What happened?"
Anyway, we're trying to figure out what our weekend is going to look like. We want to see everyone, but right now we're just so exhausted that we can't think about it right now! If we stay home, I'll update with something cheerier and some garden pictures.