I haven't written in a long time but I figured there is no better time to start. I have grown a lot which is what usually what happens when the years pass. I am almost done with my pediatrics residency! 6 more months left...
I recently was involved in a code on Christmas day. I guess you never know when you will be in these situations. A mother brought her almost 2yo daughter to the ER. She was limp and cyanotic. Immediately she was placed on the monitor and there was no rhythm... asystole. Immediately CPR was started. The ER attending ran the code. We all participated. The code ran for about an hour. My memory is vivid and I won't forget it. The part that is most clear was hearing her mother whimper and cry. I remember the grandparents grabbing my hand begging to keep going. I don't know why me. I wasn't performing chest compressions or pushing medications. I just happened to be the one who took off her blood pressure cuff and tape her diaper on to make her look more alive; maybe a little more like their child.
A few days later I was working another ER shift. I was taking care of a 2yo girl from Japan who had fell and developed a right supracondylar fracture. When we were splinting her she was screaming mama. I found it interesting given that I had to use the translator system to get a history from the family and she was screaming mama.
Both situations very different but I could sense the love each mother had for her child. It reminded me of the love my mother has for me. Something I grow more thankful for each day. Something I aspire to provide to my child in the future.
I recently was involved in a code on Christmas day. I guess you never know when you will be in these situations. A mother brought her almost 2yo daughter to the ER. She was limp and cyanotic. Immediately she was placed on the monitor and there was no rhythm... asystole. Immediately CPR was started. The ER attending ran the code. We all participated. The code ran for about an hour. My memory is vivid and I won't forget it. The part that is most clear was hearing her mother whimper and cry. I remember the grandparents grabbing my hand begging to keep going. I don't know why me. I wasn't performing chest compressions or pushing medications. I just happened to be the one who took off her blood pressure cuff and tape her diaper on to make her look more alive; maybe a little more like their child.
A few days later I was working another ER shift. I was taking care of a 2yo girl from Japan who had fell and developed a right supracondylar fracture. When we were splinting her she was screaming mama. I found it interesting given that I had to use the translator system to get a history from the family and she was screaming mama.
Both situations very different but I could sense the love each mother had for her child. It reminded me of the love my mother has for me. Something I grow more thankful for each day. Something I aspire to provide to my child in the future.
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