this is a sad story about my first day as an ed rn.
little history.. i have been an rn since july 07. yes i am sure i look like a deer in headlights most of the time. but i did a short stint on a med/surg floor at large hospital in st. louis, and then my family and i relocated to atlanta.
i landed the job i wanted at an ed. wow... i was so excited to head to work and get the ball rolling. start taking my acls, pals, tncc.... i just couldn't wait.
well, the first day in the ed on the floor was wed, dec 26th. all the usual suspects coming through the door. my preceptor showing me around and trying to keep me involved. i tend to just jump in when i can, taking vs, asking some hx questions, hooking up ekg... just trying to be part of.
8hrs into my 12hr shift, call goes out over head "team a (my team) pediatric code to rm......" what arrives is absolutely heart breaking. a 2y old, cold water drowning.....
some of us eventually talked about it and what we were feeling and thinking. the rn educator found me and wanted to discuss what i was thinking and feeling. i left that night and did cry on the way home, thinking of that poor baby and his family, what they must be feeling, what next christmas would be like, about them going home and seeing that babies toys from santa.... my god, i still become so upset when i think about them.
i know this will pass, i guess what i need is to know i am normal, that if i didn't feel this way something may be wrong with me. i also wanted to share this in hopes that another person may get something out of this story. i am still excited about heading to work in the morning, but i am very apprehensive i guess. i want to do a good job, i want to be of service to someone else for a change, but i also have to be able to experience my feelings and not just bury them.