Sample review essay for children's safety and first aid open class

First, I always feel that "children's accidents are all in the news, and if my child is more careful, he won't encounter them." The second is, the default is that "first aid is a doctor's specialty, and it will be useless for ordinary people like me to learn it. If there is an accident, it is better to wait for 120 calls."

To be honest, before I went there, I was just trying to make up for it. The community grid officer had given me a quota, but it would be a waste if I didn’t go. I took a power bank and planned to go fishing and watch short videos. But the first case the teacher showed at the beginning was what happened in the area next door to our community just last month: a 3-year-old boy got stuck in his throat after eating jelly. The parents were so panicked that they hugged the baby and cried downstairs, not daring to touch it and not knowing what to do. By the time 120 arrived, the best time for rescue had already been missed. I suddenly got goosebumps. I took my kids to the slide in that building last week, and maybe I’d met that family before.

In the practical session, I went up and tried the simulation of the Heimlich maneuver. I held the manikin, which was about the same weight as a 2-year-old baby. At first, I patted the back so lightly that it was like burping the baby. The teacher poked my back and said, "Are you using this force to coax the baby to sleep? If there is a foreign object stuck in it, it won't come out at all with this pat." I was just embarrassed. Laughing, a mother who was listening to the class suddenly became red-eyed and said that her baby had a fish bone stuck in her baby last year. She drank half a cup of vinegar and stuffed two large mouthfuls of rice as the old man said. When she went to the hospital to get it, the fish bone had scratched her esophagus and caused bleeding. The doctor said that if it were later, there might be a perforation. She can't sleep even thinking about it now.

I also interjected at that time, saying that some bloggers had said that children under 1 year old should not use the Heimlich. If you take random pictures, the foreign objects will be taken deeper, so it is better to send them to the hospital directly. The teacher did not directly say who was right and who was wrong, but said that there are indeed two different views on this in the academic community: one is to follow the guidelines of the American Heart Association, which clearly states that if children under 1 year old have airway obstruction, they should immediately perform 5 back taps and 5 chest thrusts alternately, without waiting for an ambulance. ; The other group is based on the clinical experience of many domestic pediatric emergency doctors. They say that if parents who are completely untrained press indiscriminately, they may break the baby's ribs or push the foreign object deeper. In this case, it is better to just hold the baby and take a taxi to the nearest hospital. Sometimes it is faster than waiting for 120. To put it bluntly, there is no absolutely correct answer. It all depends on your familiarity with the operation. Don’t just do it half-heartedly.

Speaking of which, I used to think I knew some common sense about first aid. Last month, my 2-year-old baby was playing with a button and stuffed it into his left nostril. My first reaction was to reach out and pick it out, but then I suddenly remembered a short video that said I had to press the other nostril to let the baby blow it. I tried it twice and actually blew the button out. I was very proud of it for a long time and showed off to several friends around me. As a result, the teacher in class that day listened to my experience and poured cold water on me: You are just lucky. If the button is stuck in a deep position, or if the baby accidentally inhales when blowing, the foreign object will be directly sucked into the trachea. By then, the problem will be more serious, and you will not have time to cry. After hearing this, my back instantly felt cold, and all the little pride I had before was gone.

In fact, almost half of the content taught in the class is not about first aid, but how to prevent accidents. The teacher said that 90% of children's accidents could have been avoided. It doesn't mean keeping the baby at home and raising it in a sterile box, but just don't step on the obvious pitfalls: don't feed whole peanuts, grapes, and jelly to babies under 3 years old, and don't put button batteries, antihypertensive drugs, and sharp gadgets within the baby's reach. I suddenly remembered that next to the fruit plate on my coffee table, there had always been children's stomach and digestive tablets, as well as the ibuprofen sustained-release capsules that I took. Last week, my son secretly chewed a digestive tablet. I said it was okay at the time. They are all for digestion anyway. Now think about it, what if he took ibuprofen that day? I dare not think further.

Before the get out of class, someone asked me whether I should enroll my 3-year-old child in a children's first aid class so that he could learn some self-rescue knowledge. The teacher also said that this is quite controversial now: one group is an expert in child safety education, saying that children can start teaching when they are 2 years old, and they should know to call 120 and ask someone in uniform to help if something goes wrong; the other group thinks that children under 3 years old cannot remember these complicated rules at all, and teaching them will be useless, but will put unnecessary pressure on the children. I think what the teacher said is very practical. You don’t have to worry about whether to sign up for the class or not. You can just act out a few sentences when playing house at home, such as "What should I do if my mother faints?"

At the end of get out of class, I received a palm-sized first aid card. It was printed on coated paper and had large fonts. It listed the steps for dealing with the most common situations such as airway obstruction, burns and bleeding. I didn’t ask to stick it on the card like other parents. On the refrigerator, it was stuffed directly into the inner compartment of the mommy bag that I usually carry when I go out. When something happens, I will most likely not be at home, and my mind will definitely be blank and I will not remember so many steps. Being able to quickly take it out and take a quick look is better than anything else.

The first thing I did when I got home was to put all the medicines on the coffee table into the high cabinet in the kitchen. When I washed the grapes for my baby at night, I also cut them in half and removed the seeds. During the meal, I played a little game with my baby, pretending that something was stuck in my throat, and yelling "ahhh" with my mouth open. My baby laughed so hard that he hit the table, and even reached out to pat me on the back. When I saw his smile, my heart that had been hanging for a long time quietly fell to the ground.