I have received so many lovely emails and phone calls since I wrote my first post on my humanitarian experience. As I mentioned before I wasn't sure my schedule was going to allow for me to go, so most of my friends and even family didn't know I was going on this trip until I was already back. So, thank you for the kind words and if I haven't gotten back to yet I promise I will soon!
Deb and I spent three days in the Hospital on our humanitarian trip. Like many of us I am not one who is a big fan of hospitals, but I put on my scrubs and was willing to do whatever was needed of me. There were four areas in the hospital that we ran between (Ecko Lab, Cath Lab, ICU and Recovery) handing out goody bags to patients that were on their way home, going on rounds with doctors and nurses, comforting parents and their families and doing whatever else needed to be done. Every time we walked into a patients room the entire family would thank us, bless us, hug us and take our picture. Every time we left a patients room tears of emotion would roll down our face. The emotions seemed to hit me heavy half way though the trip. A doctor asked me one afternoon to comfort a mother who was just told her three year old son would need open heart surgery the next morning and I thought, "Are you kidding me, I can't keep it together." I tried my best as tears rolled down my cheek (clearly I am too emotional to ever be a nurse). I'll never forget another moment with that same mother. Her son was in recovery in the ICU the next day after surgery and the doctors were getting ready to pull out his chest tube. This was something very hard for me to watch daily and I noticed the mother was in agony watching her son cry as the doctors and nurses hovered above him. So, I did what was natural for me and I asked her if she wanted to step out for a moment. She looked relieved and although we could barley speak each others languages she understood me and I found a way to comfort her even if just for a few moments.
Our last two days we were given the responsibility of taking over for a woman (Andrea) who basically runs the show and makes everything run day to day. Andrea, was heading out on an over night outreach (see last post) trip so after a thirteen hour day of training she handed us her clip board and trusted we could fill her shoes. One of the most important jobs on our daily task list was to make the surgery schedules for the next day. This included putting the patients charts together. Basically if we entered any wrong information (procedure, weight, age, sex etc...) we could kill a child! No big deal. So needless to say Deb and I rechecked our work AT LEAST three times over. What an experience. I have an abundance of respect for Andrea and everyone else involved that make this trip happen every year.
Deb and I each got to experience something that is hard to explain in a post. We each sat in on an open heart surgery. As I mentioned before I don't like hospitals. I also don't like, needles, blood, guts, germs and everything else that goes along with them yet somehow I found myself standing in an OR with a fifteen year old girl who's chest was about to be cut open. The doctors told me is was very common to feel dizzy, noshes or light headed and if that happened to leave the room and lay down outside. I told them not to be concerned if I often left the room to take a breather because I expected myself to go through all of those things. Well...three and a half hours later I hadn't left the room once! The surgeons and anesthesiologists talked me through every step of the surgery and then asked me if I wanted to scrub in and touch a beating heart. Naturally I said yes to this once in a lifetime experience that would never be allowed in America. It was AWESOME. Those are the only words that really come to mind because nothing can really explain it.
{ Little Miss Carolina }
{Thumbs up in the ICU}
{She couldn't stop smiling}
{ Such beauty}
{ Heart breaker}
{Doing it}
{ In the OR with UCLA's top Pediatric Cardiac Surgeons}
{Saving lives in the Cath Lab}
{ That's me scrubbed in with my hands on a beating heart}
We had an amazing photographer with us on this trip. Her name is Sara Bateman and photos 1-6 and 9 are all taken by her. Thank you Sara for capturing so many amazing moments throughout the trip.



























