One year anniversary and it’s all about firsts.
This week saw the first year anniversary of SMD being in her first job, she managed two weeks of working before the first Covid case was admitted onto the ward. This is when the whole world was about to change, on the 23rd of March the first lockdown happened the day after Mother’s Day. SMD was gutted that she couldn’t come home.
We had already talked about Mother’s Day as there was Covid on the ward
we would not risk anything by meeting up. SMD works closely with one of the Paediatric
Site Practitioners who said “I will take the place of your mum for Mother’s Day
but don’t forget to buy me flowers!” I was pleased to know that she was getting
well looked after with plenty of hugs and cuddles.
This is when our weekly video calls started to take place and updates on how the children on the ward were doing, of course we were never told any names always referred to as the boy or the girl and the parents were referred to as mummy or daddy, in fairness we probably saw more of SMD because of the video calls than we would have in real life. The weeks turned into months and having a lockdown Birthday became the norm.
Finally August hit and we were experiencing
some really good weather the virus does not like UV light and whilst still
attacking the adults in great numbers the paediatric general ward SMD works on
was finally free of any children having this evil virus. Hubby and I at the end
of August met SMD and her partner and went for a nice long walk that in itself
was strange there were no hugs or kisses just socially distanced chatting whilst
walking.
Seeing SMD for the first time in six months I could really see the strain
that this whole pandemic was taking on her as she said to me “there were nurses
who had worked in the NHS for thirty years and never experienced anything like this”.
It’s hard to stay strong when you hear what the nurses are having to deal with especially
when you add MS and the menopause into the mix!
September
proved to be a challenging one both physically and mentally for SMD, a doctor on
the same ward as her said to her “what is wrong” she replied “nothing I’m fine”
doctor said “no you’re not” it was at that point she broke down. The whole Covid
thing was taking it’s toll. SMD was taken to the mental health A&E at St George’s
Hospital.
Following a consultation with the specialist team it became apparent
that SMD was both mentally and physically exhausted but had also not been regularly
taking her medication. It was late at night when the discharge papers were
signed and SMD was put into a taxi and sent home. The following two weeks SMD
was signed off work with strict instructions to rest, eat and take her medication,
of course SMD being the person she is wanted to get back to work after ten days
as she worried about staffing levels and the pressure everyone was under.
October
saw SMD predominantly on the general ward , I remember one of my district
nurses in Buckinghamshire saying to me “I can’t imagine being a paediatric nurse,
having children of my own it must be so tough” I can see why she said that now,
some of the stories are absolutely heart breaking that SMD tells us.
Bang,
what the hell is going on a mini lockdown in November, the infection rates are
rising and sadly the death rate is increasing day by day. Into December and the
messages from the government keep coming. We move from Bucks to Hampshire and
then after Christmas lockdown three happens. More scary stories from SMD paediatric
ICU has been turned into an adult ICU, paediatric nurses are doing the job of
an adult nurse and so it continues.
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