Seeing families watch us try to save their loved one is even harder. The room fills quickly and the measures taken to save a life are not peaceful or pleasant. It is traumatizing for families. Sometimes it’s even traumatizing for us. It is hard.
Consoling, hugging and even crying and praying with families after they lose their loved ones. Hard.
Holding the hand of a grown man, an only child, in the same room where my friends are pounding on his mother’s chest trying to keep her alive. Hard.
Sitting beside another nurse, both quietly crying, as we witness a large family let go of a very young woman. Hard.
Explaining to teenagers what just happened to their mom after you turn off the monitor. Hard.
Watching a husband leave the unit with a personal belongings bag and without his wife. Hard.