I took my kids to the park Saturday after dinner and my son Nicholas went straight for the monkey bars I was standing in front of him as he went across, but the third bar in he fell straight down. I tried to catch him, but he went threw my arms and landed on his back. He cried and reached for me and I picked him and and headed to a bench to sit with him. Within seconds he went limp. He wasn't breathing at all and his eyes were rolling back into his head. I got him to the ground as my fiance started calling 911 and screamed for a medic. I had no clue what to do other than try getting him oxygen. I remember breathing into his mouth and he opened his eyes up but still wouldn't breath on his own so I did a few compressions and one more breath before a nurse got over to us. She took over compressions and when I went to give him the third breath he clenched his jaw. I pried his mouth open and he took in this huge breath and immediately tried to sit up and started crying. I lost it at that point and started crying myself holding and rocking him in my lap still sitting in the mulch.
The ambulance got there a few minutes later and they had to strap him down to a backboard in case of any neck or back injury which I started worring about cause I picked him up and moved him right after he fell not thinking to check for any injuries. He stayed really groggy the whole way to the hospital, but he was coherent. When we got to the hospital they moved him onto the bed and were hooking him up to machines and he said mommy I'm really tired closed his eyes and stopped breathing. I remember a nurse trying to push me out the door and me telling her I'll stay out of the way but I'm not leaving my son. It was only seconds til they got him stable again, but the nurse refused to leave him alone until he got checked by the doctor.
In the end after all the tests were done he had a concussion and they said the second episode of not breathing was a panic attack from the shock of the accident. He had some trouble with his memory at first, but by sunday morning he seemed to know everything again. On Sunday he also was telling his sister and step-brother about his CAT scan and X-rays and getting to ride in the ambulance and refered to them as fun and said we should do that again some time.
The scariest part is that I was right there. I felt him fall. I looked into his eyes as the panic hit. I was holding him as he stopped breathing. It worries me that something this bad can happen when I'm right there. I'm also amazed that I was able to remain as calm as I did and could function enough to start CPR. It might not have been perfect, but I knew if I didn't try he wouldn't make it.
As a result he says he is never going on the monkey bars again and neither is his sister or step-brother.