A day at the beach is the best way to escape the oppressively high heat, but despite the fact that it might offer some respite, one mother from Massachusetts discovered that the shoreline also has a special set of risks.
She now wants to alert people to this.
Despite the fact that the incident occurred over a week ago, Heather Cassini reported that she is still “shaking.”
Declan, Cassini’s 10-year-old son, suddenly reported he didn’t feel well on July 4 as the 40-year-old mother and her were in Hampton Beach in New Hampshire.
Cassini wasn’t worried at first. Declan had been playing in the ocean, and it was hot.
In a now-viral Facebook post, Cassini wrote, “I thought the breakfast was just too much for the waves and he just needed to lay down.” Declan became “disoriented” and fell into a sunbather as soon as they started to head back so he could lay down.
He managed to get back up on his feet, but he fell to the ground once more.
Cassini told Today.com, “I’m trying desperately to pick him up because I’m pregnant.” He is throwing up and experiencing bouts of unconsciousness. He was really pale.
When a group of women sat close noticed the disturbance, they moved quickly to intervene. While monitoring his vitals, paramedics attempted to keep him warm and alert.
“May God bless everyone in our vicinity. She remarked, “There were so many nurses.”
“He was up and talking after what seemed like a lifetime. Cassini writes, “We got him to the car and waited for him to feel better.
Declan was found to have hypothermia due to the 52 degree ocean temperature.
Cassini remarked, “I had no idea that this could happen.” “I never thought about cold shock; you think about sunburns and dehydration and all the things that can happen in the water.”
Declan’s miraculous recovery has led Cassini to want to alert others to the risk of hypothermia in the summer.
“Just a heads up to parents who have children who adore the water and don’t feel chilly. It doesn’t necessarily follow that they can handle it just because they can.”
It never occurred to me that hypothermia could occur on a sweltering summer day! Not just for those who are parents, but for everyone, this is such a vital message.
My Neighbor Kept Hanging out Her Panties Right in Front of My Son’s Window, So I Taught Her a Real Lesson
The underwear of my neighbor turned into the star of a suburban farce, stealing the show directly outside my son’s 8-year-old window. Jake’s innocent question about whether her thongs were slingshots made me realize that the “panty parade” needed to end and that it was time to teach her some prudence when doing the laundry.
Oh, suburbia: a place where everything seems perfect, the air filled with the scent of freshly cut grass, and life goes on without incident until someone changes everything. At that point, Lisa, our new neighbor, showed up. Everything had been rather quiet until wash day, when I saw something for the first time that had caught me off guard: a rainbow of her panties flapping outside Jake’s window like flags at a dubious parade.I nearly choked on my coffee one afternoon while folding Jake’s superhero underwear and happened to look out the window. And there they were, lacy and blazing pink and very much on show. Ever the inquisitive child, my son glanced over my shoulder and posed the dreaded query, “Mom, why is Mrs. Lisa wearing her underpants outside? And why are there strings on some of them? Are they for her hamster companion?I tried to explain between choked laughter and horrified astonishment. However, Jake’s imagination was running wild as he pondered whether Mrs. Lisa had aerodynamically engineered underpants and was indeed a superhero. He even expressed a desire to participate, proposing that his Captain America boxers be displayed next to her “crime-fighting gear.” Jake would get curious and Lisa’s laundry would flap in the breeze on a daily basis. But I realized it was time to terminate this farce when he offered to hang his own underpants next to hers. So, prepared to settle the dispute amicably, I marched over to her residence. Before I could say anything, Lisa answered the door and made it plain that she wasn’t going to break her laundry routine for anyone. She dismissed my worries with a laugh, advised me to “loosen up,” and even gave me style tips for my own clothes. Despite my frustration, I remained resolute and devised a cleverly trivial scheme. Using the brightest fabric I could find, I made the biggest, flashiest pair of granny panties ever that evening. When Lisa departed the following day, I hung my work of art directly in front of her window. When she came back, the sight of the enormous underwear with a flamingo print almost took her breath away. It was worth every stitch to watch her lose her cool trying to take down my practical joke. After a while, she gave in and agreed to shift her laundry somewhere less noticeable, all the while I silently celebrated my success. After that, Lisa’s laundry disappeared from our shared vision, and everything returned to normal. What about me? In the end, I had some flamingo-themed curtains that served as a constant reminder of the day I prevailed in the suburban laundry war.
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