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How An ER Doctor's Devastating Confession About Her Husband's "Two Beer" Drive Exposed The Real Reason 11,000 Americans Die On The Road Every Year

Dr. Catherine Reeves had signed death certificates for 23 children killed in DUI crashes. Two months ago she signed her 24th. It was her own son.

By Sarah Whitman, Staff Reporter

Henry the train. Ethan Reeves's favorite toy. The only thing the paramedics gave back. (Photo provided by Dr. Reeves.)

Dr. Catherine Reeves had signed death certificates for 23 children killed in DUI crashes during her 14 year career as an emergency room physician at a regional hospital in central Illinois.

Two months ago she signed her 24th.

It was her own 5 year old son. The driver was her husband. He had blown a 0.09, which is 0.01 over the limit, on a state trooper's breathalyzer at the side of Route 12. He had told the paramedics he had only had two beers.

He had felt completely fine.

What Dr. Reeves did in the 14 minutes after the ambulance doors opened, and what she did 8 hours later at 5:47 AM at her kitchen table, may be the most important story any parent in America reads this year.

 

The doctor nobody else has been

In an exclusive interview at her kitchen table six weeks after the funeral, Dr. Reeves spoke publicly for the first time about what happened to her son Ethan.

She is 41 years old. She has been an emergency room physician since she was 27. She works at the regional hospital that serves the rural county where she lives with her husband David, a 50 year old senior civil engineer.

"I have signed death certificates for 23 children killed in DUI crashes during my career," she says, looking at her hands. "I have stood in the family room and told hundreds of mothers and fathers that their child did not make it. I am the first doctor in my hospital's history who has signed her own son's death certificate."

She pauses.

"I am also the first doctor I have ever met who failed to save her own child on her own ER table."

 

A normal Saturday afternoon

According to court documents and Dr. Reeves's own account, the events that led to Ethan Reeves's death began on an ordinary Saturday afternoon in March.

Ethan, who had just started kindergarten in August, had told his mother three weeks earlier that when he grew up he wanted to be a fireman, "so he could save people the way Mommy does." He carried a small wooden train engine named Henry that he had owned since he was 3.

At 1:14 PM that Saturday, Ethan was buckled into his car seat by his father David. They were heading to David's brother Mike's house, 22 minutes away, to watch the college football game.

Dr. Reeves was on her way to a 12 hour ER shift.

"I kissed Ethan through the window of the car," she remembers. "He pressed Henry against the glass. He said love you Mommy. That was the last thing he ever said to me."

 

Two beers across 90 minutes

Court documents from the State Police investigation provide a minute by minute reconstruction of David Reeves's afternoon at his brother's house.

He arrived at Mike's home at 2 PM. The game started at 3:30 PM. He had his first beer at 3:45 PM. He had his second beer at the end of the second quarter, at approximately 4:40 PM.

He stopped drinking at that point.

He did not have a sip of beer in the 73 minutes between his last drink and the moment he buckled Ethan back into the booster seat at 5:33 PM.

He had been a model father all afternoon. Mike's wife told the State Police investigator that David had been completely sober looking, had played catch with Ethan in the yard, and had carried plates of food back to the kitchen for her. He had not slurred a single word. He had not stumbled once.

He felt completely fine.

Court records show his blood alcohol at the time he started driving was 0.09. Over the legal limit of 0.08 by 0.01.

 

The threshold nobody can see

Dr. Reeves now spends her evenings researching the medical literature on alcohol impairment in adults. She has come to a conclusion that she says every father in America needs to hear.

"There is a thing about a blood alcohol of 0.08 that fathers do not know," she says. "I am going to tell you what it is because most doctors do not tell you this."

"You cannot see it."

"A 50 year old man at 0.08 walks like a sober man. Speaks like a sober man. His eyes are clear. He can hold a conversation about the score of the game. He can carry a sleeping child to a car. He can buckle a booster seat without missing a strap. He looks fine because at 0.08 he IS fine in every way you can observe."

"He just cannot drive."

According to the National Highway Traffic Safety Administration, the visible signs of drunkenness — slurred words, unsteady walking, glassy eyes — do not appear in most adults until 0.14 or higher. By the time anyone can see that a driver is impaired, they are at almost twice the legal limit.

Most DUI deaths in America occur at a BAC between 0.08 and 0.12.

The legal limit is 0.08.

"The deaths happen in the zone where nobody can see the impairment," Dr. Reeves says. "Including the driver."

 

What Dr. Reeves wants every father to own this week.

A 50 year old man at 0.08 walks, talks, and feels completely sober. The visible signs of impairment do not appear until 0.14. Almost no DUI deaths happen at 0.14. They happen between 0.08 and 0.12. You cannot tell the difference without a real number on a real screen.

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Route 12, 5:47 PM

David Reeves's car left the road at 5:47 PM on Route 12.

There was no other vehicle involved. No animal in the road. No mechanical failure. According to the Illinois State Police accident reconstruction, the vehicle drifted across the center line at approximately 5:46 PM, the driver overcorrected, and the car hit a roadside tree on the passenger side at an estimated 47 miles per hour.

The passenger side was where Ethan's booster seat was buckled.

 

The trauma page she had received 400 times

Dr. Reeves was in trauma bay three at the hospital when her pager went off at 5:51 PM.

The text on her pager said: "5 year old male incoming, MVA, ETA 3 minutes, CPR in progress."

"I had read that text 400 times in 14 years," she says quietly. "I did not know it was Ethan."

She ran to the ambulance bay. The doors opened at 5:54 PM.

"I saw his shoes first," she says. "Navy blue sneakers with a red stripe. I had bought them at Target three weeks earlier. Ethan picked them out himself. He had been wearing them when he pressed Henry the train against the window of the car at 1:14 PM."

"I knew before I could see his face."

She screamed.

 

"I am running this code"

Hospital protocol explicitly prohibits a physician from treating an immediate family member during a trauma resuscitation. Dr. Reeves chose to ignore the protocol.

"I should not have done it," she says. "I was the attending physician on duty. The trauma team looked at me. I said I am running this code. Nobody argued with me."

According to the hospital's incident report, she performed chest compressions on her son for 11 minutes.

"I knew at minute 4 that he was gone," she says. "I am a doctor. I have done this 400 times. I knew his pupils. I knew the rhythm. I knew what the monitor was telling me. I kept doing compressions."

Dr. Patel, her closest colleague at the hospital, pulled her off her son at minute 14.

"He put his hand on my shoulder. He said Catherine. That was all he said."

Dr. Patel worked for another 7 minutes before pronouncing Ethan at 6:18 PM.

 

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