Drained

About 3:45 AM today, I rubbed a mommy's back as she waited in the ER for her baby to move up to the Pediatric Intensive Care Unit (PICU). This particular mommy had just gone home YESTERDAY afternoon (I signed the discharge order myself) after a several week stay in the hospital for cancer-related issues. 24 hours later, they were back since their precious one had a fever (and a very serious infection as the story and the labs are unfolding). I had met this mommy a few hours earlier as we were preparing to send her baby up to my floor, but while he was in the ER, he took a turn for the worse and needed a higher level of care than we can provide on the floor. I wanted to come see the little one as well as this sweet mommy since they will hopefully be returning to my floor after the badness subsides. My Spanish is meager; I'm much better at asking direct medical questions than carrying on a conversation, but since no one around spoke much better Spanish than I did, I figured something was better than nothing.

Her eyes were red as I tried to comfort her. I don't know how much she understood, but I hope I was able to let her know that she's not alone and that we are going to do everything we can do to care for her little one. This baby was so fussy because of many factors including a strange environment, blood draws, and the infection to name a few, but one look at mommy made things so much better. I wish I could have provided the same thing to her.

Btw, my sweet little patient from my last post went home yesterday. I'm so happy for her and for her family.

This month is so hard, and I am so drained. I haven't been taking care of myself, and I am really starting to feel it. Working 68+ hours per week and fighting your natural circadian rhythm can really wear you down.