Feeling detached after a rough week
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This past week and a half have been physically and emotionally draining. Luckily I have been able to talk and vent with my close co-workers. But to come home and keep feeling the way I do honestly just sucks right now. My husband doesn't know what to do with me because he says it feels like I'm not even "here" right now. My poor mom has me crying to her on the phone at 8am on my way home from night shift, not really understanding any of the medical terms necessary to know the crtitical situation I just faced.
So here's what happened. I work night shift. Last week a baby I cared for for months passed away unexectedly after a long night shift. I thought the cries from his parents, who I loved, were the must gutwrenching things I had ever heard. I was not his nurse that night, but of course we all worked together to do whatever needed to be done. When I wasn't helping or working with my kiddos, I was silently sobbing in the corner. I didn't want the parents to see me this way, I knew it probably wasn't that professional, but I couldn't help it. This was the first baby I have been really attached to that has passed away. I helped with the bereavement in the morning.
One week later. We're a surgical unit and I admitted a little 1 1/2 month old premie with NEC who needed to go to the OR but never made it there. She passed away in the morning. When I heard her parents' cries after the doctor told them it was over, I had flashbacks and felt like whoa this is too soon. As I went home that day I pretty much felt detached. I didn't know that baby, but I watched her die. Other nurses knew that baby at her birth hospital, took care of her for weeks, probably loved that family. Yet I had to start the bereavement process for them and do the best I could. It was extremely different than the other baby's passing, but just multiplied the pain I have.
On top of all this, we suffered the loss of a family friend last week and went through all the funeral stuff for that. I feel a little lost in death right now. Why is it surrounding me? And as far as my patients go, for those who share my Christian faith, I can't help myself asking why is God taking away these beautiful gifts he gave us? Any consoling thoughts, prayers, or advice are appreciated.