Respiratory therapists where I am are behind the bed for all major procedures; procedures like bed-side-surgery, or anything requiring conscious sedation. That is where I was at the beginning of this story, just hanging out behind a bed, every so often saying aloud something about peak pressures on the vent and cerebral oximetry readings if they began dropping. After almost two hours of this, its over and everything went amazingly clean and smoothe, the surgeons were joking the whole time and everything was great.
Then I walk out with the surgical team just in time to hear "RT ROOM 99 STAT" on my phone. So I jog over, room 99 is three rooms from where I was and the surgeon is right behind me.
The attending is shouting orders and this baby is very clearly unconscious, not breathing and more cyanotic than I have ever seen in my life, and I have seen many many deaths (by cardiac arrest secondary to respiratory arrest) in this line of work. There are two fellows changing out on compressions, another RT that got there before me is bagging and I am setting up all the stuff to intubate.
I have never been so amazed at what I saw next, because I was now at the head of the bed setting everything up for intubation I got a stage-to-audiance point of view and at this point there are over 20 residents, fellows and medical students watching. The attending takes the scope from me and intubates the baby himself, which I am fine with. He loves intubating. The amazing part is still yet to come; remember I had just walked out of a bed-side surgery. The attending looks up from the baby and mid-command of epinephrine he yells an order for heparin and then yells "Call ECMO stat!" and then its repeated "ECMO has been called stat!" and then the surgeon, that I had just been working with comes into the room, says "Surgery is here" and in less than 1 minute, and I am not exaggerating the scrub-techs had the surgeon in sterile gear with a tool in the first 10 seconds and he was cutting, in the next 50 seconds as if they had done this exact impromptu surgery every day for the last 50 years, had every single box they needed opened in the order the surgeon would need it in the next 50 seconds they had the entire room sterile-fielded, and they even put gear on people that were involved in holding the baby and I watched them dress out the RT while she sat there bagging unable to stop.
It was like a scene from fantasia, no scrub-tech attempted to grab the same thing as another one; everything got done in probably the most efficient manner ever to exist.
Then the trouble starts, the surgeon is ready, ECMO has arrived and another surgeon shows up and the other surgeon says "whats up, do you need me?" and the primary surgeon is really upset and says "I dont know what the fuck happened Dan, this is one of my norwoods from last week that was doing fine. He is struggling to get everything on lock down and yells "Son of a bitch, is ECMO here yet".. "ECMO is here doctor" to which he replies "Fucking say something then, I cannot see you, you have to talk to me, tell me everything because I'm waiting on you."
at this point I am an observer, my the other RT cannot move because they did not tape the tube because they could not confirm past an end-tidal that it was in the right place so she was holding the tube in place while the anesthesiologist maintained ventilation.
I leave and I take her phone from her pocket and have assumed her patients at this point. I start getting calls on both of my phones now, change the ETT here, advance ETT there, withdraw ETT over there. "RT TO ROOM 1 for extubation" comes over my phone. I jog over there and there is a Swahili family with their 3 year old daughter who is trying to shred her ETT out of her throat, 4 nurses are holding her down and the doctor is talking to another doctor at the door. I come in, and say "are we ready?" and I'm given a big yes so I grab the yawnker, I suction her mouth out, and its full of blood, I drop the cuff and in-line suction. I announce I'm extubating and its out. She has an audible stridor that seems to be actually going away and she sounds course, with full-body retractions so I say "she had a leak greater than 20, with obvious issues should we give racemic or what?" The doctor says "lets goto vapotherm and wean her fast" and I said "ok" so then I hook up the vapotherm at 10L, 30% FiO2 and she improves, a little.
I leave and go to check on the other people and to make sure all the therapy is done for my patients and the other RT's patients. I get a call to "setup oxygen in room 1" so I have them call me and they tell me "The nurse took her off vapotherm and just wants a nasal cannula now"
This is now at 7:45pm, so the RT who got there to assume those patients at 6:45pm said "I will handle that"
at 8:00pm the other RT is relieved and we both walk out together, debriefing from the last 4 hours of hell and go home.
