'Two month old child – Not waking up'.
“Shit!”, I thought (actually I may have said it).
'Not waking up' could mean that the child was dead. There was something about the way the job was written up on the terminal screen that made me fear the worst.
I raced around there, brakepads burning and swearing loudly at bus drivers who thought that it might be a good idea to pull out in front of me.
Two minutes thirty seconds later I screeched to a halt outside the house, bounding from the car, grabbing my kit and running into the house.
The baby was crying.
The ambulance crew turned up about 30 seconds later.
I was smiling, the crew were smiling, the mother was smiling.
The only person not smiling was the crying baby.
But I was happy at that.
Babies sometimes do strange things like stop responding to stimuli, it's scary, which is why I don't mind going to jobs like that. It's better than the alternative…