PIERCE COUNTY is number one?
Holy shit. Less than 20 years ago (God, has it been that long) Lewis and Thurston were like the crime DMZ's of WA and the I5 corridor. I mean, we're talking fucking police no-go zones and the whole nine yards.
Fucking meth has torn up WA like Godzilla through a zipperhead city, yo.
Nothing childproof is toddler proof. Toddlers are curious and have no personal sense of danger and no preconcieved notions of what they can and can't do. A toddler will eat dog-food because the dog does, eat bugs because they saw the cat do it, then jump off the stairs because their little brains told them too. It's why if you have an overactive toddler you get your Makita drill and some long-screws out and seal your windows. Sure, the fall/summer/spring breeze is nice, but it'll still be there when they aren't self-destructive indestructable little wrecking machines.
I'm only going to lightly judge him for the fact she fell out a window. I'm going to judge the fuck out of him and Kia that they weren't following the rule of "The baby has been quiet for 30 seconds, I better go check on that shit" that every parent learns. I'm going to judge the fuck out of him for the way he handled Daddy's little girl lying in the driveway like that.
Not going dead. No going emotionless and staying calm.
That's what bugs me. I mean, you don't move them, you don't touch them, but you at least tell them "Daddy's right here, sweetie" even if you are filming so that the doctor can see positioning and in case of a seizure the doctor can get a good look at it.
The fact that Kia didn't try to comfort her with even a "Momma's right here, honey" speaks volumes about her too.
When my kids got hurt I stayed calm and just shoved all my feelings to the side because they don't need daddy's feelings, but I tried to comfort them and let them know I was right there with them even if it was a "don't move until the ambulance gets here" moment. (My kid had seizures at one point) The fact he was doing CYA instead of comforting what might have been a dying child just infuriates me.
No, you don't panic. You go dead. You shove all your emotions away and lock them down. You focus totally and completely on the child and the child's injuries. You assess the injuries, determine if you can give first aid, determine if the child can be moved, determine the severity, location, and types of injuries. You DO NOT PANIC. It doesn't matter how much it hurts your heart, how much you want to scream at the uncaring gods, you shove that shit down and stomp on it. You can cry later in the bathroom after you hold your wife through her crying jag.
You comfort the child, even if it's just putting a light warm blanket over them while you wait for the ambulance and laying next to them so they can see you while you tell them that you love them. You NEVER panic. That panic will instantly transfer to the child. You hold that shit together. You let them know that everything will be OK, that Daddy's here now, and that the ambulance will be here soon to take them to the doctor and daddy will be there the whole time. You urge them to stay still, stay calm, and just breathe with daddy while Momma gets their favorite blanky to cover them with and their favorite stuffy who will sit where the child can see it.
You go fucking dead.
I hate to defend Greg here, but the military used to teach you to go dead, to shove everything aside. It's part of training, to remove the man from the equation and just be the machine. I know he was Air Force, but I'm pretty sure that he was taught to be cold and calm in an emergency. That shit stays with you all your life.
BUT, Greg didn't do any of the rest. You know, where you're taught to talk to the patient and reassure them. That shit used to be taught in Basic Training, not any super secret squirrel shit. It's basic
I know I'm repeating myself, but the sheer uncaring way they acted beyond the calm bugs me.