Towards the last few days of my comprehensive practicum, I experienced my first code blue. The very busy acute care unit I was working on had about 30 patients, with a 5 to 1 nurse, sometimes 6 to 1 patient ratio. We were running off our feet!
In the middle of an evening shift, we heard a loud crash come from an isolation room. A man with MRSA fell to the ground with a loud thud. All nurses on unit rushed to his room, some gowned up, others didn't. We just needed to get in there!
My nursing preceptor (who was also a CPR instructor) initiated chest compressions while I got a chem strip machine upon the charge nurse's request. It all happened so fast. The code was called and the crash cart and code team were in the room within seconds. I was amazed at their speed and skill!
I took this man's blood sugar, and assisted with what I could while my preceptor at the rest of the team went about saving this man's life.I mostly watched. In hindsight, it is good to watch your first code, see what goes on. Very interesting and scary stuff!
A doctor is soon on the scene, intubating the patient. Is that blood coming out of the patient's mouth? Nope.... Its only red fruit punch he had been drinking moments earlier.
Atropine is pushed via IV several times. External defibrillations are given.
Rhythms strips taken and assessed. My preceptor continues to give chest compressions. She has been giving chest compressions for 10 minutes straight. Someone offers to take her place and give her a break. She quietly refuses, never stopping.
This patient's hands are gray - he's not looking good. He is now incontinent. Someone sitting beside me is taking notes of what happens each minute. Wow, we have done a LOT within 10 minutes!
You're kidding.... Can it be? Our machines indicate that this man has a normal heart rhythm.... He is ALIVE! His skin starts to pink up... I don't quite remember what happens after this. All I know is that this man is alive.
He is put on a stretcher and taken to the cardiac ICU. He is looking around, wide eyed, and afraid. But he's breathing... he's alive, much to my amazement.
I lean against a wall at the end of the hall, trying to take it all in.
It strikes me how fragile life is. I realize that this man could have died, but he didn't.
This has been traumatizing. I'm a new nurse - I question, is this really the profession I want to be in? Am I prepared for this?
I start to cry.
I need to talk to someone about what I've just seen.
Towards the last few days of my comprehensive practicum, I experienced my first code blue. The very busy acute care unit I was working on had about 30 patients, with a 5 to 1 nurse, sometimes 6 to 1 patient ratio. We were running off our feet!
In the middle of an evening shift, we heard a loud crash come from an isolation room. A man with MRSA fell to the ground with a loud thud. All nurses on unit rushed to his room, some gowned up, others didn't. We just needed to get in there!
My nursing preceptor (who was also a CPR instructor) initiated chest compressions while I got a chem strip machine upon the charge nurse's request. It all happened so fast. The code was called and the crash cart and code team were in the room within seconds. I was amazed at their speed and skill!
I took this man's blood sugar, and assisted with what I could while my preceptor at the rest of the team went about saving this man's life.I mostly watched. In hindsight, it is good to watch your first code, see what goes on. Very interesting and scary stuff!
A doctor is soon on the scene, intubating the patient. Is that blood coming out of the patient's mouth? Nope.... Its only red fruit punch he had been drinking moments earlier.
Atropine is pushed via IV several times. External defibrillations are given.
Rhythms strips taken and assessed. My preceptor continues to give chest compressions. She has been giving chest compressions for 10 minutes straight. Someone offers to take her place and give her a break. She quietly refuses, never stopping.
This patient's hands are gray - he's not looking good. He is now incontinent. Someone sitting beside me is taking notes of what happens each minute. Wow, we have done a LOT within 10 minutes!
You're kidding.... Can it be? Our machines indicate that this man has a normal heart rhythm.... He is ALIVE! His skin starts to pink up... I don't quite remember what happens after this. All I know is that this man is alive.
He is put on a stretcher and taken to the cardiac ICU. He is looking around, wide eyed, and afraid. But he's breathing... he's alive, much to my amazement.
I lean against a wall at the end of the hall, trying to take it all in.
It strikes me how fragile life is. I realize that this man could have died, but he didn't.
This has been traumatizing. I'm a new nurse - I question, is this really the profession I want to be in? Am I prepared for this?
I start to cry.
I need to talk to someone about what I've just seen.