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Not known when they were last seen normal.
A fucking infant.
Right now it’s on us.
We got ready:
ET tube
Pads
Defibrillator
IO
Pharmacy
Respiratory
Broselow Tape
BVM
Suction
All the trimmings
I see a mottled, stiff, and cold infant.
Even in this state he is beautiful.
Fearless, we ran the code.
Twenty minutes later, we called it.
It was just quiet.
I stood beside a giant father towering over the still body of a beautiful infant.
Room empty, time called, he anxiously cooed his son to wake up while the mother shrieked and bargained with god for his life.
I took 5 minutes.
Cried in the bathroom.
Washed up.
Stethoscope on my neck and walked in to see him.
SCREAMING
“i won’t get tired no more... please... i fell asleep for one minute”
Right now my ER is quiet.
The boisterous mood of the new year is gone.
We are all hollowed out solemn faces going through the motions for today.
Some of us will hold our children a little closer.
Maybe we’ll thank our parents a little more.
Perhaps we’ll spill our feelings onto a creative medium
We’ll all do SOMETHING to get over this moment.
I don’t know.
I don’t think so.
We might drink one too many
We might shelter our children
What if we cling to our parents too desperately
Or maybe we’ll make ourselves vulnerable through open sharing.
We need help with coping, therapy, debriefing, counseling, and treatment for PTSD.
I know I’m not the only one here who’s gone through this.
#EmergencyMedicine #ERDoc #RawEM #MedTwitter #thosewecarry #coping
I am humbled and overwhelmed by the concern and kindness from all of you. I’m having a lot of difficulty keeping up but trying to respond to everyone, including those that DM’ed me. You guys are amazing. Thank you so much!
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I wrote, I read, and I loved my family.
If any formal writing comes out of this, I will share with all of you.
Also, I will probably establish myself with a professional that I can rely on for a periodic debrief and to be there in times of crisis.
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