Tuesday, October 3, 2017

Touchdowns & Takeoffs on a Saturday Afternoon

Saturday afternoons in the fall have always been my favorite time of the year. Growing up in Ohio as a huge football fan, it meant spending a few hours watching The Ohio State Buckeyes football team play. Last Saturday was no different as I turned on the game at the pilots’ apartment in Belize City, Belize. After a few quick touchdowns, I was feeling pretty good about our chances of winning – when the phone rang with a request for a flight to Dangriga to pick up a patient. My football addiction is often disturbed by calls dispatching me to fly, so this didn’t come as a surprise. I was especially relieved that the patient was in Dangriga, as it is only a short flight, and I figured I could get back in time for the start of the second half.



The flight medic arrived promptly, and we made a hasty departure out of the municipal airport in Belize City. Twenty minutes later, we arrived in Dangriga to meet our patient: a baby girl in respiratory distress. She was intubated and unconscious, although just starting to wake up as we loaded her into the airplane. The nurses from Dangriga and our flight medic worked diligently on the hot apron for almost an hour getting the baby girl stable enough to fly. Once I got the go-ahead from the medical professionals, I quickly loaded up the worried mother and took off toward Belize City. After leveling off at 1500 feet above the Caribbean Sea, I heard the medic say the words that I dread the most: “TJ, the patient is crashing.”

I have heard those words many times before, and I can see still the faces of the ones who did not survive the thousands of emergency flights I have performed. I pray this sweet baby girl isn’t one of them. I figure the only thing that has changed exteriorly for the patient is the altitude. So I quickly descend to a few hundred feet above the choppy sea and, after a few minutes, the baby stabilizes and we safely arrive in Belize City. At the airport, we are met by our ground ambulance – which briskly takes the baby and mother to the hospital.

After a few hours of cleaning, refueling and restocking the medical supplies on board the aircraft, I stop by the hospital to check on the baby and mother. I find them in the pediatric ward. The baby is resting, but on a breathing machine. The mother is sitting on a plastic chair with her hands in her head, completely exhausted from the day’s events. I spend a few minutes talking with her and get her a street burger from outside, after hearing she hadn’t eaten all day.


As I exit the hospital with the sun setting and the “short flight” ending after hours of fighting to keep the child alive and delivering her to a capable medical facility, I can’t help but think, “I wonder if the Buckeyes won?

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