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I'm covered in the urine from the five year old child.

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We get the call as a child having a fit.

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There is a solo responder there, he's giving oxygen to the child while it lies on the floor.

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I look at the child's eyes, he's still fitting, his body isn't moving but his eyes are darting around in an unnatural fashion.

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His chest isn't moving in the the way it needs to in order to breathe.

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I pick him up, covering myself in the urine and race downstairs.

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I kick the door release button to the block of flats, my crewmate jokes about me being able to get my leg up that high.

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I lay the child on the stretcher in the ambulance. My crewmate hands me the ambu-bag.

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Fitting the mask over the child's mouth I start squeezing the bag, I'm now breathing for the child.

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My crewmate jumps into the cab of the ambulance, she weaves through the traffic towards the hospital.

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I sit calmly, I explain to the child's mother what I am doing.

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I keep checking the child. Good pulses and an oxygen saturation level of 100%. It means the child is getting the oxygen it needs.

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We reach the hospital. I scoop up the child and jog into the Resuscitation room. The nurses and doctors take over.

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Someone else is squeezing the bag now. I stay and watch a while, the child stops fitting.

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We head back to the ambulance station, I need a shower and a change of uniform. I have to shower with cold water as it appears the heater is broken.

I sit on the station sofa, I can still feel the ambu-bag in my hand. I sit and look at the TV, my mind is empty.