Why shouldn't we? We're not afraid. I'll never forget my first code, I think I had been a nurse for all of 32 hours. Wasn't my patient, so I just hit the chest compressions, good physical job where you don't have to think too much. And as I looked out from drowning in my own panic I noticed everyone else was just casually going on about their business. And I couldn't believe they were all so calm. That was many many many codes ago. I can believe now.
Since then I've coded them all, from 2 days old to 102 years old. Won some, lost some, and some I'm just not sure either way. I've seen codes in the PICU go so calm and smoothly that the families to either side had no idea anything was happening. I've seen parents faint, doctors cry, but the nurses are there solid as a rock, unmovable. During the code anyway. But we talk. And I know what you do when the day is done and you get home. I know how we keep the demons at bay, too often with the help of other demons. And yet we go on. For what we have done we deserve nothing more than hell, for what we do we deserve nothing less than heaven.
And now I'm a floor nurse for the most part and don't have to deal with the stress of the codes or that continual feeling in the back of your mind that it's coming. And I'm happier, finally the dreams are retreating, the faces are fading.
But in a sick way, deep down inside where my demons dwell, I miss them....