As the due date of my baby draws ever closer, I've been thinking about doing a paediatric first aid course. I'm affected by those adverts on TV where a mother has lost her child and wishes she had just done a simple course. Yes, ads, you're doing your job! And a good thing, too. Most accidents and injuries can be avoided or, if the worst happens, treated easily with a little first aid savvy.
Problem: the last first aid course I did was in 1989, resuscitation Annie had a mullet and a shell suit, you counted the heartbeat along to the rhythm of Soul II Soul, and Bermuda shorts were enough to defib someone on the spot: not to revive them but to kill them off. So, yes, I'm little out of date and things have moved on.
It's my duty as a mum to know how to treat my little one in an emergency. It's up to me to know what to do in those vital first minutes should they, God forbid, follow their mother's antics and drink nail polish remover like it was a Mojito or get their head driven into by a bus. Both of these things happened to me. You couldn't make it up.
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