not two hours ago, my preceptor and i were tasking care of a 6-hour old baby with hypoplastic left heart syndrome. now, i have to say, i really hate the cardiac babies. it freaks me out that they turn purple when you take their pulses, or look at them cross-eyed. this is precisely the reason i'm going to be a non-cardiac nurse on my unit after orientation!
but i digress.
so, we had to pick up this patient at 4 pm. she was just hanging out, on room air, sats weren't too bad. she clamped down whenever she got mad, but i've gotten used to that. i was filling out the flowsheet on the computer when her sat montior alarmed. my preceptor was standing by the crib, talking to mom (who looked fantastic for someone who'd just given birth!), and she looked down and grabbed the bag-valve mask. eek- bad sign. i popped up out of my chair and saw that the baby was dark purple. sats in the 40s. I said, 'do you want rt?' and she said, 'no- call a code. now.'
so, i looked around the room and saw the code button on our side of the pod was BEHIND THE BED. in my panic, I didn't think to go to the other side of the pod- i ran into the hall and pulled the button. then, thundering leagues of code team members come running down the hall, asking where the *** the code was. it turned out fine- i'd hit the button *right* outside our door- but god, i felt like a moron. then, as i ran in the room, the code team said, 'oh, nevermind. kid's breathing again.' my preceptor looked like she was going to pass out. now, this person wasn't originally my primary preceptor, but we'd had a patient code and die on one of our first shifts together. i started wondering if we were combining to become the angel of death or something.
anyway...kids are weird when they crap out. they're fine, then they're purple. just like that. i worked in an adult icu when i was in nursing school
, and you could watch someone circle the drain all day long.