She tilted his head— sniffing position, don’t hyperextend the infant neck . Two breaths. Her mouth over his nose and mouth. No chest rise. Open airway again. Second attempt. A small rise.
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At cycle twelve, Leo’s chest jerked. A gasp. A weak, reedy cry. His eyes fluttered open—confused, scared, but alive . A thready pulse flickered under her finger. She rolled him on his side, the recovery position. Then she called 911 with shaking hands. The paramedics arrived six minutes later. One of them, a young woman, checked Leo’s vitals and looked at Elena. “What did you do?” No chest rise