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The Dreams and the Dilemmas is a unique video that highlights the real life work and accomplishments of nurses, physicians, and social workers performing extraordinary acts of caring and humanity towards the couples and their premature twin sons. After watching this video, I released the importance of teamwork and good communication in the Neonatal Intensive Care Unit to the family. The physicians gave the couples options to choose from, even though they knew Travis was not going to make it with any of the opinions giving. And when the couples chose not to take off the life support, the physician respected that decision. He said in the video, “we will continue to do everything we doing to Travis”. They made

It was June 12, 2016, one of the deadliest mass shootings at Orlando, FL. It wasn’t like any other day; after a tragic event I was called into work around 5:30am. I finally reached ORMC amidst of all the chaos, there wasn’t any pleasant welcome, every face mimicked a variety of emotions with some worried and sad, while others confused and suspicious. I was floated to the trauma unit to accommodate victims after surgery. I could sense the sturdy whiff of blood as I walked into the unit which I was not so familiar with. Even though my heart was aching by witnessing the sufferings of those innocent victims, I had a strong impulse to help and give my all. I took my assignment sheet and walked into my patient’s room. As he slowly opened his eyes, the nurse repeated the questions:

His heart had stopped beating. It is hard to describe how I felt in that moment as I am still trying to process my emotions. I remember turning away from the table where the patient lay lifeless, and staring at the sink in the far corner. A single tear rolled down by flushed face. Suddenly, I felt as if my throat was closing in on itself. After a few deep breaths I turned around and began to focus only on the medical treatment being provided. The storm of emotions that was brewing inside of me was kept at bay for the moment. Instantly, I became infatuated with all of the medical procedures that were being performed, central lines, chest compressions, and intubation were all unfolding before my eyes. Watching a code is nothing like how it is portrayed in the movies. Everyone is extremely calm and precise in their actions. Seeing a human heart be shocked is something that I will never forget. When a heart is being shocked, the whole room stops. Time stops. Everyone has their eyes glued to the monitor hoping to see a rhythm appear. A rhythm didn’t appear. I will never forget his skin turning into a grey blue pallor. It is a color I will never forget, for this is the color of imminent death. Compressions begin again, and then it is my turn. I am still shocked that I was able to find the courage to hop up on the stool and deliver chest

“911, what is your emergency?” “I need an ambulance sent right away. I went to get my daughter out of her crib; she is cold, blue and stiff.” This call occurs across the world every day; an infant dies unexpectedly of an unknown reason. The unexpected death of a child for an unknown reason, known as Sudden Infant Death Syndrome (SIDS), has impacted many families. SIDS does not affect one race, nationality, or sex it can affect any infant between the ages of 1 month to one year. (Levy Raydo& Reu-Donlon, 2005) Medical professionals should inform expectant parents of all risk factors involved with SIDS, as well as prevention tips as this may drop the percentage rate/heart break of many families.

You never know when something might happen. An ordinary day can turn into a tragedy. November 8, 2016, was that kind of day. My dad was deer hunting so that afternoon it was just me and my mom.I was getting ready for gymnastics practice when my mom got a call. The caller ID read “Community Memorial”. I could hear the fear in my mom's voice as she picked up the phone. “H-hello?” she said. I waited nervously as my mom spoke to the hospital. Five minutes later she hung up the phone. “Your dad fell 13 feet out of his tree stand while he was hunting. He called 9-1-1 and is at Community Memorial right now” my mom said. At that point I didn’t know how serious the injuries were. “Is he ok?” I asked.

I received the news, that my mother had no chance to live and one doctor, placed his hand on my shoulder and sighed loudly with discomfort. He said,” she is not a candidate for any treatment.” I stormed into the ICU room, and held my mother’s hand; she glared at me, unconsciously. I couldn't help but hold back my emotions, so I could be strong for our family. As my eyes were helplessly filling up with tears, I couldn't help but to look around at the doctors and nurses working diligently, and doing the best they could for my mother. At the moment, I remembered the sacrifices that were made to help my mother and how saving lives was my calling from God. Thankfully, my mother survives but only at a twenty percent ejection

Almost everyone who works in EMS has this one thing in common, the fear of the pediatric call. Due to those calls being few and far between, the skills needed for a pediatric call are rarely at their best. There are also some who don’t keep their pediatric skills as sharp as others, because of the low amount of calls they might run on kids. This paper will be focusing on cardiac arrests in children, and opening the reality of how common it is becoming. Everything from what causes it, what is the most common cause, and the unexplainable. The what’s, how’s and whys are all questions that we will be expected to know. There is so much that goes into these patients, physically and mentally. Knowing these things and understanding how to handle these situations is just as important as knowing the information for a registry test. In almost most of these incidents the family doesn’t care how much you know, they care about how much you care.

I stepped behind the front desk of Spirit Medical Center’s emergency room to begin the night shift of April 23, 2002. Half of the rooms were already filled and my coworkers busied themselves moving throughout the sterile halls. If it weren’t for my pager calling me and two other nurses to take on a patient that would be arriving shortly in an ambulance, I would have been a part of the rush. Meanwhile, I observed the friends and families that occupied the uncomfortable wooden chairs in the waiting room. The majority of them wore a somber expression on their faces, but there were the few that had tears streaming down their cheeks uncontrollably as they took advantage of the conveniently located tissue boxes. My observations were soon distracted by the sound of approaching sirens.

Six... seven... eight. “You’re going to have to push harder than that! What’s her oxygen reading? Alright, let’s give her another dose of Epi.” Sweat was dripping down my face and adrenaline was rushing through my system. I was out of breath, but I pressed harder like the doctor asked. Twenty-eight... twenty-nine... thirty. “Okay, she’s tired, have someone switch off with her. Let’s keep going. I’ll go update the husband.” It had been forty minutes since the patient coded. Everyone had been exhausted from taking turns doing CPR. The patient’s face was pale and hands were ice cold. I wiped my sweat off and took a quick look at the patient’s face as I stepped down for the next person to do CPR. She looked like every other person that I probably could have met on the street, at the mall, or at a random restaurant. She was young. I watched silently as the EMT performed the compressions. The patient’s arms were hanging off the gurney, bobbing up and down

Being woken up in the middle of the night while you were sleeping is not a good thing. Neither is being told that you had to go to the hospital right then is not so good either. The year was 2008. I, an eight-year-old at the time, was woken up at around the prime time of eleven o’clock at night to only be stuffed into a car and driven to the hospital. Don’t worry, it wasn’t because I was in a life or death situation that I needed to go, it was because my mom was in that predicament.

Last week a new web series launched on CBC Punchline called NewBorn Moms, which had me in stitches laughing, so much that I needed to share this with you. The story is simple, timeless and one that resonates with all moms, and thankfully with a comedic take on sleep training, the war stories from labour, and the mess associated with #momlife.

That’s where everything went wrong. My precious little baby was not crying like all the other babies are suppose to. I went over in a panic to my baby forgetting about the girl still bleeding on the bed. My baby wasn’t breathing. She was dead! My poor darling baby’s lungs have not developed enough to take in oxygen. I felt for the first time grief. The feeling I didn’t even feel when my own family died by my own hands when I was first turned.

It sounds impossible to take a nice, long nap while you are pushing your new baby out into the world, but that is exactly what happened to this new mother.

The rapid beeping of the alarm reverberated down the hallway. In a split second, every nurse and physician sprinted toward the sounding alarm, frantic to get to the room. It was the rapid response alarm. A patient had gone unconscious and the family had sounded the alarm, desperate to help him. Minutes later, with the alarm still echoing through every hallway of the inpatient floor, an ominous voice came over the hospital intercom and said, “Code blue, 324. Code blue, 324.” It was no longer an unconscious patient; it was a patient in cardiac arrest. Now nurses and physicians from all over the hospital flocked to the room, anxious to save him. After nearly thirty minutes, the patient was conscious again, and as I stood there in my volunteer

Tonight, on Lifetime’s original show, “Mothers Who Gave Birth,” we’ll follow Eleanor Rigby throughout her journey of pregnancy and childbirth. She is a single mother of two boys, Derrick, age six, and Lee, age four. Last fall she was surprised with the news of a third pregnancy, but was extra delighted when she learned it would be a girl, which she has named Marlena. During this episode we’ll focus on her pregnancy, her experiences during labor and delivery, and how she is recovering now at home. Join us as we dive into another mother’s personal journey on “Mothers Who Gave Birth.”