Oct 08, 2005 01:50
So tonight Jason quit breathing in the car. When his alarm went off I immediately stopped the car and jumped out to see what was wrong. He was blue in the face and was not breathing. I ran inside the race track, b/c thats where we were, and told my mom that Jason was blue. Ricki in the mean time unstrapped him and ripped the car seat out of the car to get Jason out so that we could start CPR. We got him inside and a pediatric nurse from Mercy Hospital happened to be there and started administering CPR.
After he got him back to breathing the ambulance showed up and started to take him away. They told me that I could not ride with him so I told the Paramedic "like I hell I cant go with my own fucking son" and then proceeded to call her a bitch for pretty much being an asshole to me. Then an officer tried to call me down and I told him to fuck off and then went inside and punched a wall. I was so damn pist off that I was almost arrested, but my mom told the officer that he would have to order a few more cars for back up b/c I wasnt going down without a fight and that her and like 10 other ppl would be hauled off to jail too.
This was the scariest fuckin moment of my life. I mean if you could, just imagine what it would be like to lose your own child. Right now my biggest fear is sleeping and being in a car. Everytime I close my eyes all I can see is his blue face...I cant handle it.