I'm sorry to drag this up again but I still think there are many things to learn from this so very sad event. The family has posted a more detailed timeline with details.
https://www.facebook.com/ChaseLykken/posts/546294752129534:0
It is very detailed, and complete raw emotion from her side....................
"As clear as the blue sky above, I remember the thoughts going through my head as I walked towards the edge of the pool. (I remember praying that someone else would get there before me.) I have been a nurse for nearly 20 years, (ER, OR, Medical transports) I have intentionally, never focused on pediatric care, as I just can't wrap my head around pain and suffering in a small child and the emotional toll on the family.
Once I reached Chase, I identified myself to the others around him, as a nurse and went into "Clinical Mode" (it's a term my Sister uses when she has seen me either speak of medical conditions or in action) I remember checking for a pulse; first on the wrist, then the neck. I announced that I was going to initiate CPR, called for an AED, and just proceeded as I had practiced and trained, so many times before. After the first round of chest compressions, Chase vomited (just like the pediatric advanced life support books taught me) I turned him on his side and did a mouth sweep. (hotdogs) I then checked a pulse again, still none. I did another round of chest compressions and again called for an AED and an airway. A gentleman came to Chase's head and attempted to place an airway, unsuccessfully. After the second round of chest compressions, he once again, vomited, still no pulse. (This was no longer like all the many training courses I took. I felt a sense of self doubt and knew Chase needed more than I alone could provide) I began crying and swore at this little lifeless boy. I told him that he was not going to F-ing die. I begged him to come back!! I promised him, I was not going to stop until he got his "crap together" and made his heart beat again. I told him, "I am on vacation and you are not going to f'ing die. I told him that he could NOT do this to his parent! (There were a few other choice words I whispered to him, but I am sure you get the point.) I begged and pleaded, prayed and just did what I do. Tears started streamed down my face and a gentleman asked me if I was OK. I asked this man to do a round of chest compressions, while I gathered myself. I returned to Chases side, and told him, we are going through this together. I was not leaving his side until he returned to his little body. GAME ON! Once again, I continued the chest compressions and the CPR sequence; even attempted to give him a mouth to mouth breath, but he had too much food debris to get any air to his lungs. I told myself to focus on compressions. They are the most important, as it provides perfusion. I experienced such an incredible sense of relief once the gurney arrived and we were able to transfer him. At the very moment he hit the gurney, Dr. Brian appeared at his head. He asked for a specific airway, I grabbed it from the bag at the side of the pool. He placed it with ease, and the entire way down to the clinic, he and I were able to maintain the airway, while the medical staff continued compressions. Once we were in the clinic, medications and shocks were delivered at unprecedented intervals. No One in that room was going to give up. I remember looking down at the wrist band and reading, Chase, 4y/o.
As the efforts continued and the room was a buzz, I kept saying, "Chase, come back," in my previously described vernacular. It was not until the paramedics arrived that we actually got a pulse back. I tell you, once his little heart started going again, he was back! At that time, his rate was strong and almost in the same instant, "regular" for all that his body had been through up to that moment.
I believe that Chase had a conversation with God. Together, they watched the resuscitation efforts, they saw you and Lisa. Then, I think, God told Chase, he must return. He sent him back with a message, and the strength to deliver it. It was not his time to be with God in Heaven. A pack was made, and at that moment, I knew that it was out of my hands." -G
-Thank you "G" for sharing this, and thank you "G" , "S", "D- and your son", and the rest of you for saving Chases life!