Seizures

Until last weekend I had never witnessed a patient having a seizure. And then a little 4 year old change my career in one 12 hour shift. I watched and supported him as he seized every hour and sometimes two or three times an hour. I held him, I attempted to soothe him, I tucked him, turned out the lights and hoped he would be granted a few moments of peace in between the chaos that was firing in his brain. Now, a week later, he remains unconscious on medications to suppress the seizures, support his blood pressure and help with any pain he may be having. His parents stand watch and sleep on folding chairs every night, praying and hoping for his recovery. Why am I a Pediatric Intensive Care nurse. Because of the difference I made for this little boy. While I might not have “saved him”, I supported him the best I could and advocated for the things his parents didn’t know he needed. And throughout all they have been through, his incredible mother and father remember my name. That is how I know I did the best I could do.