Stolen Angel
CODE BLUE, CODE BLUE in room 6710! All doctors report to room 6710. Watching my mother go into cardiac arrest while my family and I were told to wait outside. Walking backwards so I could see everything that was going on the hospital curtain was being pulled closed blocking my view. Waiting nervously, I remember hearing the doctors speaking in a high pitched panicked voice ordering the nurse to get the defibrillator ready. Next came the sounds of beeping, over and over the doctor saying CLEAR! Ordering the nurse to raise the level on the defibrillator to four hundred volts. The staff attempted to revive my mother five times before calling her death at 12:02 a.m.
February twelfth was a normal day for me. Going through …show more content…
Rushing to my mother’s side, her face was as white as a ghost, her lips were a purplish-blue color and she was shaking uncontrollably. My nursing assistant skills kicked in immediately, quickly assessing the situation realizing my mother was in septic shock. Barely conscious, I began asking her simple yes or no questions to understand as best I could as to what she was feeling. She did not have any strength, I scooted her up and swung her legs off the bed pushing my mother to rely upon me. Before taking her to the SUV, I noticed she needed to be bathed she had lost control over her abilities to go to the bathroom; her body was shutting down quickly. It was a struggle walking the twenty feet to the bathroom with her leaning on me for support. Wanting to scream and yell out to my father for help, I could not, remembering that he was outside cleaning the car off from the snow storm we just …show more content…
Who knew an ordinary day could turn into such a tragedy for my family and me. In the matter of three hours my whole life literally crumbled in my hands and in front of me. I share this today to show everyone I am a survivor. This tragedy happened to me I was twenty years old, I thought my life was over and that I could not live without my mother. But, through a lot of grieving, prayers and learning every day how to navigate life. I stand here today twenty-nine years old with my head held high sharing my experience strength and hope. Looking back, knowing today I was my mother’s angel she needed me and I was there. Being able to do those things for her right before she died gives me comfort and serenity. Living my life today, my mother raised a strong independent daughter. Knowing that she is watching over and smiling down. Taking one day at a time I live my life for my stolen angel whom I call my
CODE BLUE, CODE BLUE in room 6710! All doctors report to room 6710. Watching my mother go into cardiac arrest while my family and I were told to wait outside. Walking backwards so I could see everything that was going on the hospital curtain was being pulled closed blocking my view. Waiting nervously, I remember hearing the doctors speaking in a high pitched panicked voice ordering the nurse to get the defibrillator ready. Next came the sounds of beeping, over and over the doctor saying CLEAR! Ordering the nurse to raise the level on the defibrillator to four hundred volts. The staff attempted to revive my mother five times before calling her death at 12:02 a.m.
February twelfth was a normal day for me. Going through …show more content…
Rushing to my mother’s side, her face was as white as a ghost, her lips were a purplish-blue color and she was shaking uncontrollably. My nursing assistant skills kicked in immediately, quickly assessing the situation realizing my mother was in septic shock. Barely conscious, I began asking her simple yes or no questions to understand as best I could as to what she was feeling. She did not have any strength, I scooted her up and swung her legs off the bed pushing my mother to rely upon me. Before taking her to the SUV, I noticed she needed to be bathed she had lost control over her abilities to go to the bathroom; her body was shutting down quickly. It was a struggle walking the twenty feet to the bathroom with her leaning on me for support. Wanting to scream and yell out to my father for help, I could not, remembering that he was outside cleaning the car off from the snow storm we just …show more content…
Who knew an ordinary day could turn into such a tragedy for my family and me. In the matter of three hours my whole life literally crumbled in my hands and in front of me. I share this today to show everyone I am a survivor. This tragedy happened to me I was twenty years old, I thought my life was over and that I could not live without my mother. But, through a lot of grieving, prayers and learning every day how to navigate life. I stand here today twenty-nine years old with my head held high sharing my experience strength and hope. Looking back, knowing today I was my mother’s angel she needed me and I was there. Being able to do those things for her right before she died gives me comfort and serenity. Living my life today, my mother raised a strong independent daughter. Knowing that she is watching over and smiling down. Taking one day at a time I live my life for my stolen angel whom I call my