Afterwards I noted that I had resuscitated for four minutes. It may as well have been four hours, time just seemed to suspend itself. Everything stopped, until I saw that little chest start to rise, and then the sound of the baby, letting out his first cry.
I brought him back to his mum who by this time having heard her son’s cries had begun crying out of sheer relief.
When I handed him to her this overwhelming sense of shock and pride came over me. Shock that this little baby wasn’t dead and proud that I was able to share this beautiful moment with Amala, watching her grasp him tightly to her chest, crying and hugging him closely, breastfeeding him for the first time.
When I looked up I saw my colleague, another Australian Red Cross nurse, Denise Moyle standing across from me. I hadn’t even registered that she had been in the room. We took the baby away to weigh him and in that quiet moment both of us burst into tears. Relief, happiness, adrenaline, fear, it all washed over us.
It was a moment that will stay with me for the rest of my life.