cross-posted from nursing blog

As we were coding her for the third time …her mother was brought in in a wheelchair. Her face broke my heart. She kept saying, “oh my baby, my baby.”

There was a moment when I felt that I, too, was back in a hospital room, the doctors telling me they could do nothing else. They took her body away, they took me away to OR, and I awoke crying out, “Oh my baby, my baby…”

The family never had to tell us to stop coding her. We couldn’t get her back the fourth time. She was finally, and utterly, gone.

Author: Mother of All Things

Mother by fostering, adoption, and marriage... wife to my best friend... Bay area critical care nurse... travel in my blood, reading in my bones, clean food on my mind!

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