We break through how special a dedicated nursing professional have their days and night inside the medical facilities and their inner minds.. What could’ve been a simple routine could turn everything into something more serious that demands more of their efforts and expertise as their main goal from their job is to ensure that patients will have the most convenient care any nurse could provide during those excruciating pain of their life…. read on..,,
Second part of three series
For weeks, we noticed something different with the patient, behavioral changes, from a noisy yet snobbish little child he became an introvert, no more interactions, he chose to be silent most of the time, agitated, irritated, also… chemically speaking, the patient’s counts were dropping and was on a down-slide, tachycardic, vitals were unstable sometimes on the highside sometimes on the low, and we, as nurses have this gut feeling about things, we can somehow perceive what’s gonna happen next, and this is it, he’s walking down this path and it went on for weeks. We felt that the mother was preparing herself onto this, she asked to have a room with a bed just to be beside with her child most of the time, including a crib where she can put the baby aside when she’s away or doing something, she thought of that by herself, and as caregivers, one of the nurses took this concern with the head-nurse and appealed the mother’s request, and was granted,
One morning, we were having our regular endorsement, routine rounds for vitals and assessment, we were not expecting what was about to happen, it was around 10 o’clock, the primary nurse went inside the patient’s room to check the pump because it was beeping, a sign that the antibiotics were done infusing, and to start another medication as scheduled and needed for the patient. The patient was noisy, we can hear it from the hall, it’s like he’s back to his usual self, then the mom suddenly woke up and ask the nurse to check the oxygen level, the oxygen saturation of the patient, the primary nurse silently rushed to me, she said ” It’s his time, the child”, I was in shock, frozen on my seat for the longest time I’ve ever had in my life , we told the physician, and we decided to go inside the room and have a look, there he was, laying on his side, gasping for air with his nasal canula on, looking straight at you with his eyes, struggling, although silent and calm as if he is saving his energy to fight!
I kept asking myself what can I do, no code patient, then it happened, no more physical movement, then we took the ECG machine to confirm, as we were putting the electrodes the mother kept saying, “kalas”, “mut”, it’s already done, he’s already dead… teary eyed, weary, and you can see the agony on her eyes. But the mom was a fighter, the mom is really a strong person, no bursting out of emotions, as she closed her son’s eyes, as she fixed her son’s lying position, and we told her “keep talking, he can still hear you”, then she broke out in tears as she whisper to the child’s ear, saying I-love-you and everything. Then the mom prepared to have his angel cleaned, they gave a bath, and did postmortem care and prepared for transport to the main hospital’s morgue, As they were passing through the halls of the hospital, the twin sister is in sight inside a trolley, she had a look on her brother, wrapped with white cloth, she gasp for air, trying to reach out then broke out in tears, we can feel the connection between the two and it was really a heartbreaking moment.
Can’t help but cried for we are just an instrument with limited participation. . – Paquito