The phone rang from the birthing center. "Crash section. No heartbeat. Please send the team."
So I did. And I went with them. An extra pair of hands or three comes in handy when you're trying to do everything at once.
By the time the OB handed over the baby, everything was in place. ET tube cut, drugs drawn up, umbilical line ready to go.
She was beautiful. At least I think she may have been a girl. I didn't really look. I was too focused on what I was doing at the time.
No heartbeat.
Dry the baby. Get her off the wet towels.
Bag-mask ventilation.
No heartbeat.
Chest compressions.
No heartbeat.
ET tube in place. Breath sounds equal. Placement checked with CO2 detector.
Epinephrine down the endotracheal tube while the doc placed the UV line (a tube into the large vein in the umbilical cord).
No heartbeat.
One minute APGAR 0
Two minute APGAR 0 -- no heartbeat. No respiratory effort. No muscle tone. No reflex response. Deathly pale.
Epinephrine via the UV catheter -- "Careful. Don't tug on it."
No heartbeat.
Saline for volume expansion. More epinephrine.
No heartbeat.
Coordination of effort could not have been more perfect. We followed the Neonatal Resuscitation Protocol to the letter.
Including the part that suggests that you should consider discontinuing resuscitation efforts if there are still no signs of life after 10 minutes of "continuous and adequate" resuscitation efforts. I don't much like that part, but I agree with it.
She was a beautiful baby. At least I think she was a girl, but she never had a heartbeat. Not while we worked on her.
On days like that, I don't much like my job. I love the people who work with me, though. I value their expertise and their compassion. I particularly appreciate their ability to support one another and to remind each other that no matter how perfect our efforts, the final outcome is sometimes completely beyond our control.
4 comments:
Ohhh, that's so sad!! We've had a few of those (full resuscitations) that have had unhappy endings. Always very, very sad.
It is always very sad -- and much harder on the folks in the birthing center, because we walk out of the room and leave them to deal with the devastated family. We have to learn to deal with our own feelings, but I work with a very supportive group and I've been doing this long enough to know that situations like this aren't my fault -- aren't generally anyone's.
I'm new to your blog and find it so wonderful. I hope you continue to write...it has been a while!
When I worked ER it was always traumatic when we couldn't save a child/infant. When I burnt out it was after a particular "heavy" pedi run. Bless you and your team.
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