Today I was called in extra to tech. I thought, great, this would be easy. I can basically float and not have the normal responsibilities of a normal hectic day. It was a busy but mudane day with all the usual abd pains, chest pains, mvc, ect... I teched as well as iv's and caths all day. Well about 2200 we get the call.. Trauma, 4 mo old baby, life flight can't make it for an hour. I overhear this while splinting a fx and my heart starts racing, like a kid the night before Christmas or something. (I know that sounds morbid.) So I hear them come in and take off running to the trauma room. It was a traumatic closed brain injury with swelling and bleeding out of the R ear, intermittent periods of apnea and seizure like activy to listlessness. Anyway, we immobilized, started lines, the babe was intubated, got some meds, ran labs, then we packaged her up for her short flight to the closest pediatric level one trauma ctr. When I actually saw the injury, a lump came up in my throat as I thought, "oh my, that's bad...". I quickly put that feeling aside to be able to think clearly and try to have a small part in saving this little one. Life flight arrived, 2 RN-EMT's, and I stepped back in awe to watch as they just came in and took over. After all, they are the true heroes who would fly this babe in 11 degree weather while keeping her immobilized and meds going. After all the adrenaline is gone, my face is flushed and my reserves are expended. I am exhausted. I wonder if she will make it.
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Today I was called in extra to tech. I thought, great, this would be easy. I can basically float and not have the normal responsibilities of a normal hectic day. It was a busy but mudane day with all the usual abd pains, chest pains, mvc, ect... I teched as well as iv's and caths all day. Well about 2200 we get the call.. Trauma, 4 mo old baby, life flight can't make it for an hour. I overhear this while splinting a fx and my heart starts racing, like a kid the night before Christmas or something. (I know that sounds morbid.) So I hear them come in and take off running to the trauma room. It was a traumatic closed brain injury with swelling and bleeding out of the R ear, intermittent periods of apnea and seizure like activy to listlessness. Anyway, we immobilized, started lines, the babe was intubated, got some meds, ran labs, then we packaged her up for her short flight to the closest pediatric level one trauma ctr. When I actually saw the injury, a lump came up in my throat as I thought, "oh my, that's bad...". I quickly put that feeling aside to be able to think clearly and try to have a small part in saving this little one. Life flight arrived, 2 RN-EMT's, and I stepped back in awe to watch as they just came in and took over. After all, they are the true heroes who would fly this babe in 11 degree weather while keeping her immobilized and meds going. After all the adrenaline is gone, my face is flushed and my reserves are expended. I am exhausted. I wonder if she will make it.