I just needed to talk. Work called this evening and they are withdrawing on one of our chronic kids. He was fine when I left work yesterday. He was trying to launch into orbit in the bouncy chair. This afternoon he infarcted his bowel and liver. Tonight they are withdrawing support including the vent. He is only 18 months old. He lived at a local nursing home on the vent chronically. He was scheduled to go back to the nursing home next week after recovering from an iliostomy takedown. While he was in the hospital I would bring his clothes home and wash them as he had no family. I would also search the clearance racks for outfits for him. Despite everything he went through he would still grin up at you for small things like placing him in the bouncy chair or picking up the ball yet again. He loved any attention anyone would give him. Even nasty things like changing out the trach or changing the central line dressing were laughed through. I have only worked in PICU for 6 months. These kids fight so hard, are with us sometimes for months on end, and yet show more strength, tenacity and grace then any adult, It is hard to see them lose the fight so suddenly. I have lost other kids. Usually, though it is after a long decline and death is a release. Some how it is easier then. This is hard when the last time I saw him he looked well, happy and finally winning the fight. He was finally being able to wean from the vent for most of the day. I feel blindsided right now. It will be difficult for the other parents of long term kids at work too. Everyone knew this little guy. You could hear the bouncing through out the unit. The reminder that this could happen to their child too will be difficult for them. God, this is hard. I just needed to talk with those who have been there and would understand. My family sure doesn't. They don't understand how I can become so attached to a pt. Afterall it's not like he was family or anything. No, he didn't have any blood family just his medical family and I was a part of that. Glad I don't have to work until Monday now. I need time to grieve.