My Brother’s Ambulance Ride

On Monday the 13th of April, while we were in lockdown because of COVID19, my brother fell off the deck and hit his head on the concrete and had to go in the ambulance.

I knew that my brother had hurt himself because I heard him crying very loudly, and my Mum ran outside to see him. Mum yelled to me “get a wet flannel please!”. I was so rushed that I tried to get a towel and Dad had to help me get a flannel to help Isaiah. When I came out to check on Isaiah with the flannel I saw blood on his head. My mum was giving him cuddles and he stopped crying and went unconscious.

Once he was unconscious my parents had to call an ambulance, they called ‘111’ and asked for the ambulance to come to our house. We waited for twenty minutes for the ambulance to come. Once they got here, they put lots of machines on him - there were machines to check his blood, and his oxygen, and his heartbeat. They also put a mask on him to help him keep breathing and a collar on his neck to stop him moving, because they didn’t want his head going “wibbly-wobbly-woo”.

The ambulance took him to Bay Of Islands Hospital, but then they had to move him to the big hospital in Whangarei because there were no special doctors for babies at the little hospital. While they were gone I felt scared and a bit lonely. We were at home watching YouTube and calling on FaceTime to see how my brother was. 

Once he came home with my Mum they told me stories about the robots that looked inside his chest and belly, and the spaceship that he went in to look inside his brain (he had an x-ray, an ultrasound and a CT scan).

We had to be really quiet when he got home for the first 48 hours, because his brain was trying to heal. The doctors said he had a severe concussion and he will be okay as long as he gets lots of rest. 

I learned about a CT machine, and the machine that reads the oxygen in your blood, and I got to see the masks that help people to breathe.