This short anecdote from the New York Times tells how the writer felt while choking and then being saved when Tom Colicchio did the Heimlich on her.
I once administered the Heimlich. It was over twenty years ago, in my kitchen. I was talking to someone who was over to sell me wine and juice, Otzar Beit Din, from a special stock of grapes grown Shemitta year.
My eldest and youngest children were in the kitchen. The little one, a pre-schooler at the time, was sucking on an ice cube, when my daughter said something. I couldn't understand her words. Then their was a silence, like in a well-directed movie. Frequently during a trauma, we lose our hearing. All of our faculties are concentrated in vision and trying to figure out what to do.
I suddenly understood. I went over to him from the back, put my hands under his ribs, hoping that was under the diaphragm, lifted him, or just put pressure, and suddenly the ice cube flew out of his mouth.
I took first aid for years when I was in high school.
ReplyDeleteOne of my biggest fears was that some day I would need to do CPR or the Heimlich maneuver.
I only came close twice.
Once, when someone collapsed in my grandparents' shul. Luckily, as I was trying to get up enough nerve to help, the gentleman stood back up.
A second time was in shul in Israel, but there were several doctors "in the house."
When I did it, mother's instinct took over. The yeshiva boy's reaction was:
ReplyDelete"I read about it, but I've never seen it."
I replied:
"Me, too."