The mental journey of a pregnant woman trapped in an elevator for 40 minutes

One sunny afternoon, after lunch, I took my bag from the doorman in the community and went home directly by elevator. I want to have a good sleep. Seven months pregnant, very tired.

Because the doorman has been "educating" me to be patriotic when picking up parcels and not to buy things on Taobao (his reason is that Ma Yun sold 93% of Alibaba's shares to the Japanese), young people like me will be disintegrated sooner or later ... Because I didn't pay attention to Alibaba's shares, I didn't argue with the doorman, just told him to trust the government. After all, for a 50-year-old uncle who reads newspapers all day, no matter in Tokyo, JD.COM, I don't think I can communicate with him effectively with my knowledge of economics or public management. But I was accused of being unpatriotic because of online shopping. How can I be patriotic when standing in the elevator?

Before I could figure it out, the elevator suddenly shook up and down. Having been trapped by the elevator twice, I grasped the handrail tightly and clung to the car wall, and quickly remembered the floor where I stopped-15. Sure enough, two seconds later, the elevator stopped, the air conditioner and electric light went out, and the emergency light came on. I quickly pressed the communication button between the elevator and the property management (the button with the telephone icon), hoping that the property management could help me leave the closed elevator car as soon as possible. "hello?" "I'm stuck in the elevator and I need help." However, I didn't hear anyone answer except the faint electroacoustic. I've been trapped for 3 minutes, and I'm a little panicked. My body began to sweat slightly, and the baby felt my nervous mood and kicked two feet in my stomach. I suddenly realized that I have a baby to take care of and I must be calm. Seven months is the most unstable time in the second trimester of pregnancy. So I took off my coat and tried abdominal breathing to help me relax. Thank God the elevator is not far from the stairwell, and I am not trapped on the first floor. Air can be circulated in a small amount through the air conditioner. After two minutes, I felt calm and my stomach was not hard to feel. I began to shine a flashlight on the car with my mobile phone to see if I could find the phone number of the property management. I regretted not storing the phone number of the property management in my mobile phone at ordinary times. When I searched around, I found that there were only advertisements. Suddenly, there was a low battery tone in the dark car, which was abrupt and made my heart tense again. There is only 19% power left, and the signal in the elevator is unstable. I must figure out who to turn to for help.

In fact, when the elevator shook, my first reaction was that the doorman didn't play a prank because he thought I was unpatriotic, did he? Forgive me for thinking so. After all, when I contacted the property management in the elevator, I heard the sound of electricity, but nobody answered me. When I was trapped in the elevator in my parents' community before, I would call me every time I contacted the property management office to help me out quickly. In case it was really a prank, I called 1 10 at the first time. No matter what happens, the alarm will be recorded to facilitate the settlement of disputes in the future. Moreover, the police station in the jurisdiction is very close and should arrive soon. After all, the car is relatively closed. I don't know what my physical condition is after getting out of trouble. If the situation is not good, the police can help me go to the hospital. On the second call, I called my colleague who lives in the same community. I wanted to ask the phone number of the property management office, or ask her to find someone to handle it for me. Unfortunately, she is not at home, and there is no telephone number of the property management office. But as soon as my colleague heard that I was trapped in the elevator, she immediately went back to the community to help me find the property management office (thanks to my good colleagues in China). My mobile phone is dying and I haven't called my parents. After all, the old man can't help except worry. I didn't call my husband either. Because of the special nature of his work, I can't contact him directly. It will take him about 40 minutes after he comes back. Weighing the pros and cons, I decided to keep less than 12% of the electricity and contact the police who came to help.

At this moment, I have been trapped in the elevator 13 minutes. I have been pressing the alarm button of the elevator all this time, and the alarm has been ringing. I hope the neighbors passing by can help me contact the property management. Seven minutes before I called the police, I got a call from the police officer. He told me not to worry, first press the communication button in the elevator to find the property management. After I briefed him on the situation, he assured me that they were on their way to the community and told me not to be afraid. Until now, my tense nerves have relaxed a little, but I still feel a slight lack of oxygen, so I continue to adjust my breathing to the car. The slower I breathe, the better, and my fingers continue to press the alarm button. At this moment, the harsh alarm gave me a sense of peace.

My right hand gently stroked my stomach, and I said to the baby, "Don't be afraid, the police uncle will come to help us right away." You are a brave baby. " As if I understood what I said, the baby was quietly in his stomach, waiting for help with me under the faint emergency light. When I was trapped for 25 minutes, the police called me again, confirmed the trapped building number and floor, and told me that this time I was trapped because of power failure, not elevator failure. They climbed the stairs with the help of the property management staff, so I don't have to worry.

After confirming that it was not man-made, I felt much more comfortable and my tight body eased. Because at the moment of power failure, I just took a look at the floor displayed by the elevator, and the position was not very accurate. When the police and property management personnel arrived at 15 floor, they found that the elevator car did not stop at this floor accurately. In order to determine whether to open the door from the 15 floor or from the 16 floor to let me go out safely, the police and the property management knocked on the outside door of the car, shouted at me, asked me about my physical condition, and asked me to answer in order to determine my position. I patted the door and told them that I was fine, just a little short of oxygen.

15 minutes later, the police successfully pulled me out of the car and asked me about my health and whether I needed to go to the hospital. I felt that my body was not uncomfortable except that it was too tight, so I stood by the window of the stairwell, took two breaths of fresh air, and thanked the three policemen who went to the police. The police sent me to my door, registered the situation, reminded me that I'd better go to the hospital for a check-up, and then left. I got a call from my colleague before I climbed out of the car. She has rushed back to the community and told the property management about the situation, trying to determine which floor I was stuck on. I'm still a little nervous at the moment. I feel warm inside because of my colleagues' phone calls and the help of the police.

When I got home and lay down, I remembered that I had just been pulled out of the elevator and asked the property manager why the button to contact the property manager in the elevator was useless. Is it broken and not repaired? Wuguan's answer made me laugh and cry-because of the power failure, the signal was not good. The property management explained to the police that the power outage was caused by the emergency repair of the power company.

So, here's the problem. The emergency repair of the power company may be temporary, and there are high-rise buildings in several nearby communities. Why didn't you inform the communities before the power outage? If the power company informed the community, why didn't the community inform the residents on the bulletin board (going to college has become the habit of reading the bulletin board before entering the door, and I will unconsciously look at it every day)? My parents' community also belongs to this power network. Why can I contact the property management through the communication key in the elevator when I am trapped in that community, but there is no signal to contact the property management when there is no electricity in the elevator in my community? My parents' residential area can use the generator to supply power to the elevator within five minutes of power failure, while the elevator in my residential area still has no power supply after I was trapped for 40 minutes.

Obviously, this kind of accident can be avoided. Objectively speaking, I was trapped in the elevator for 40 minutes because of poor property management in the residential area, and the safety of residents felt great damage, but I can't be angry, because I want my baby to grow up healthily, so I will calm my mood while taking oxygen. On the other hand, if the property management is handled in time, I don't need to call the police at all, because such a trivial matter wastes public resources. After all, the main duty of the police is to maintain public safety. Then the property manager hurried away after I got out of trouble. Although the police reminded him to confirm whether anyone was trapped in other elevators, he didn't apologize to me when I asked him why the property manager couldn't be contacted in the elevator. He just explained to the police that the incident was caused by a power outage.

So I don't know whether to pay the property management fee this year.