The Immeasurable Fortitude of Mothers
Without exception, I believe there is nothing more indomitable than the love a mother has for her child. And, yet, in hospitals everyday, some mothers must somehow reconcile the impossible heartache of setting their child free.After returning from vacation, I was assigned to "Robert", a 24 year-old suffering from septic shock, multi-system organ failure and late-stage muscular dystrophy. He was maxed out on chemical and ventilatory support.
In his room, the wasted young man lay in the center of large specialty bed. His angular contracted body was dwarfed by a puffy blue mattress that appeared to be in process of swallowing him whole.
During his short life, Robert had been hospitalized multiple times. But this would be his last, his body slowly surrendering to a bacterial juggernaut unconcerned with strong wills or the code of human decency.
Alongside the bed sat Robert's mother. She was short, her face drawn. She stood when i introduced myself. A meek smile betrayed none of her accumulated heartache. Her grey eyes hid none of her fatigue.
I asked her about Robert's life and she began to talk about the photos that were taped to the room's bulletin board. In one, a frail red-haired little boy wearing water wings was splashing in a backyard pool. In another, he was in a toboggan, wedged between the knees of an adult. With his mother's eyes, he was staring directly into the camera. A third photo showed him in a wheel chair crookedly holding an ice cream cone, ready to take a lick.
This was Robert's third day in the ICU. But because the bed was large and Robert's mother so small the only physical contact she could manage was stroking his arm.
I left the room in search of the stool we usually keep in the unit. Unable to locate it, I grabbed a heavy box of computer paper and plunked it down at the bedside.
"Would you like to kiss your son"? I asked her.
I pulled Robert over and then helped his mother onto the packed box. With heartbreaking tenderness, she kissed her son's face.
The following day, this mother decided it was time for her son to rest. With him held firmly in her arms, we extubated. The boy passed quietly, finally free from his incarcerating body.
Ive been an ICU for 16 years. I am no longer intimidated by clinical complexities or traumatic injuries. To me, they're just variations on themes which oblige me to perform the technical balancing act until a body, hopefully, regains its footing.
Today, I am motivated and rewarded by the challenges of assessing and interpreting the behavior of loved ones who suddenly find themselves thrust upon life's razored edge.
For me, therein lies the power and privilege of being a nurse.Last edit by tnbutterfly on Mar 19, '14
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