“It is okay to feel a little broken, everyone is a little broken…….that’s life”  Bon Jovi

Well I think I am on a bad run or something.  Another MVA, another child.  This one will have a much brighter outlook thou, I hope so anyway.  An 11 year old on a dirt bike on the road, no helmet, hit by a drunk driver!    Severe head injuries, intubated, posturing, no response, flew him to the trauma center in Oahu after we stablized him.  He is a lucky boy, no broken bones, a torn kidney, a laceration on his spleen, but no major damage to any major organs.  He has a head bleed, but the trauma doctor in Oahu is hopefull.  So am I.  He is the son of one of our nurses, and the nephew of another.  And both of them are very important to me.  They called me from the accident site,  to make sure I would be here, that I was working and that I would be in the ER when they arrived.  I was and I was………

Whew, this run has to stop sometime, doesn’t it?   Surprisingly I am okay.  I feel relaxed and not stressed and I just feel he is going to be okay.  Gut feeling?  Nah, just 20 years on the job :)  and mom and dad better make sure there kids have helmets from now on, no excuses.   We nurses should know better, yeah right!  Not a nice way to learn a lesson.

Funny how I can deal when someone else needs me.  I can be so strong and face anything because someone else needs me to be strong.  If this was a stranger, I would have been feeling so low again.  So “shit, why does this happen all the time”  But I don’t; because I had to be strong, I had to look after their kiddo, make air ambulance flight arrangements, talk to the trauma surgeon, and comfort family.  And I did it, and I did it well.  Yes I cried, I cried with them, but I still did it. I quess there are time when I know that no matter what, I need to be strong and stay strong.  And after the flight crew took his little person away and his mom, I had another little cry and then I moved on to the next one……….

It is what I do, it is who I am….and that is a good thing!