I'm sure all of you have had at least a few shifts during your time in the NICU that made you just want to chuck it all, the kind of shift that ends with you, in your car, crying too hard to even drive home.
You all know I love my job. LOVE IT. I can't imagine ever LEAVING it. Maybe the hospital someday, but never neonatal. NEVER.
But, damn it, there are days when it becomes too much to bear. The immense responsibility that comes with this job is something that is always on my mind. Usually, I'm very proud of my work and the babies do pretty well in the end.
I just had one of those shifts...post-op gut baby...gasses sucked...vitals going downhill...looked bad...got worse...finally started to crump as I reported off to the next shift RN. I just feel so guilty, like I failed the baby and its family. Why hadn't I pushed for more labs, more meds, more intervention? The doctors were up all night long, often at the bedside, and I was constantly talking to them, but maybe I wasn't saying the right things? I keep trying to figure out what I did wrong. Maybe if I had not cared for that baby and someone else had, it would be doing much better right now. If only I had not worked last night, would things be different? Or would they just be the same, but I wouldn't feel so awful, so guilty, so heartbroken. I keep kicking myself and just can't believe it was all hitting the fan within minutes of me signing off to the next nurse.
I love this job, but sometimes I just wonder what in the world I can be thinking by working where I do. Being a Wal-Mart greeter sounds pretty good right about now. You turn your back for a second and someone has to grab their own cart - no biggie. As a NICU nurse, you overlook tiny things here and there and a baby can die on you. Why am I doing this?!?!?!?