When they arrived at the scene the police were there, (they were the one's that called in the incident) and the mother was hispanic (spoke English thankfully) and was hysterical. But what first caught his attention was a man on the front porch casually smoking a cigeratte as though nothing was wrong. Then he saw the lifeless 2yr old boy lying on the floor. They started bagging him and performing CPR as usual. He was so teary eyed telling me this story. He said they all looked at each other and knew that the boy was already dead. He said, "Mama, this boy had numeroud bruises on him". I replied, "Well, look at Noah's legs, he stays bruised from rough play and being clumsy at this age". He said, "No mama, he had bruises all over his chest, face, legs, arms, abdomen and back." He said they wanted to tell the mother that her son was dead, but no one could do it so they continued working on him like any other call and placed him in the back of the ambulance. He said that seemed like the longest ride to the hospital while starring at this innocent lifeless little being, knowing in his heart what must have happened. He got home at 6:30pm and went to bed not long after. He said he was tired but I have a feeling that he cried himself to sleep as well. I don't know what else to say to him at this point. I know that his mind won't be entirely on school today and the poor thing bound to have replayed those moments while he slept ast night. He said he wouldn't stop doing what he is doing for anything, because they save more than they lose and he wants to make this a career and also become a nurse. My 14yr old daughter wants to be a nurse as well, but after yesterday she decided she wouldn't follow his footsteps and work at the rescue squad as she couldn't handle it emotionally. I am only 33 myself and had them young, but I swear I must have done something right and it makes a mom pround to have such compassionate kids.
