I’ve been thinking a lot lately about my job as a Neonatal Nurse.
Last week we lost a treasured patient that was about 6 months old. He was a very sick little boy but had transferred to a Children’s Hospital and was on the on and up to go home soon. He died very quickly in the early hours of a morning.
I didn’t sleep well at all when I heard. The same themes keep going over in my mind. His little body! His beautiful face! His little smiles ! Was he in pain? his parents! His brother! His aunties and Uncles! His Grandparents! what have we done?? What could we of done? Is this our fault? Why them?
We offer so much to parents these days in terms of support and medical treatment or their babies, but at the end of the day babies still die everyday. It doesn’t get easier for us.. And the parents never want to be the ones going through it.
I am still in shock and disbelief and think I need to process it before I can write anything that could possibly convey the depth of sorrow I feel for him and his family and how I feel about my job right now.
Hmmm… off to think