PLEASE do not delete. >From David Locklear
I was planning on attending the UT Grotto meeting tonight. I got on Hwy. 290 and got as far as the Harris County line at 4:45 p.m., and a tiny voice said it was time to turn around and return to my realities. Fortanutely for once I listened to that tiny voice. Had I continued on my trip, my daughter would have died around 12:30 a.m. I got home from a delivery around midnight, and immediately kissed her goodnight. Everything seemed normal. She was asleep like always. Sometime around 12:45 my wife asked me to check on our daughter as she did not seem to be breathing right. I quickly put some clothes on as it didn't have the tone of any emergency, and by the time I got there, Dalena looked like a dead person. I yelled at my wife to call 911 and she went into panic mode running out in the street screaming. I tried to carry her to the hallway and begin resuscitation. But ended, up slamming the door with her foot blocking the way. So I had to sat her on the hardwood floor with some care. It was bad, really bad. I can only guess from that moment on it took paramedics 20 minutes to arrive. I kept pumping air into her the whole time and it was right out of a horror movie. I was not getting any response. I kept pumping air for what seemed like over 15 minutes. Eventually, there was just some tiny subtle motions as if the body were just the body doing its final thing. When the paramedics got there, it took them about a minute to get some oxygen on her, and within about 2 minutes Dalena started some facial wiggling. They said she had a pulse, which I never bothered to check as it seemed so critical to get her breathing. The part between me turning it over to them and the minute of no air, scared the living sh*t out of me. It all seemed like slow motion with the paramedics standing around asking questions. They treated her on the floor of the foyer for about 20 minutes doing the routine seizure thing, I guess. The ambulance carried her away at around 1:20 a.m. I am still obviously in shock and out of breath. Magdalena rode with her on the ambulance, while I called and woke up distant family members. She is heading for St. Lukes in Sugarland. Deputies did a minor investigation, and mostly interviewed my wife, but she was in shock and does not speak English well, and I don't know if any of the people questioning her spoke enough Spanish. I am going to gather some things and head that way. I needed to type this to collect my thoughts and let my pulse and respiration go down. I may edit and proofread this later, if necessary.
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