I just got back Wednesday from a week off. It was a crazy, busy nutso sort of day. We started with 3 vents and 11 babies in the unit. Got 32 week twins and reintubated one of the other babies. Then they went back for the next section. Baby comes out fine they bring it into Well Nsy. The Dad starts crying and asks our NNP how his wife is. She goes to check and walks back into the OR to find the mother bleeding out and coding. They coded her for over 2 hours. In the end the OR looked like a slaughter house. We lost the mother to a amniotic embolus. Left work that night just sick and numb.
Walked back in Thursday to another of our unit babies coding. Big huge term baby that succumbed to sepsis. THen we get word from one of our Pediatricians that one of our unit grads from about a month ago came in that morning through the ER as a victim of SIDS. Family was living in the homeless Shelter.
And my Grandpa died at the first of the week.
I guess that is my proverbial 3. I sure hope so at least.
I just feel completely drained. I am so glad I got 2 days off to try and recoup before it starts again next week.
Boy I hate weeks like this.