2/5 Kristen G. 5 months ago on Google
First,
I
would
like
to
share
the
good.
I
brought
my
physically
disabled
daughter
in
to
the
ER
because
she
had
a
stomach
bug
and
had
been
throwing
up
for
24
hours.
She
cannot
move
herself,
so
she
aspirated,
causing
aspiration
pneumonia.
ER
staff
Robyn,
Tami
and
Matthew
were
amazing.
They
worked
together
like
a
fine
tuned
machine
and
stabilized
my
daughter,
who
was
in
terrible
shape
being
dehydrated,
having
fluid
in
her
lungs,
etc.
I
called
them
"The
A
Team",
and
I
meant
it.
Once
my
daughter
was
admitted
to
the
ICU,
things
went
very
far
down
hill.
My
daughter
takes
4
medications
for
hyperspasticity.
I
tried
very
hard
to
convey
the
dire
need
for
her
to
get
these
meds,
or
the
IV
equivalent
immediately,
because
she'd
been
without
them
for
over
24
hours.
Long
story
short,
there
was
apathy,
not
listening
closely
and
a
complete
and
utter
lack
of
thorough
follow
through
on
this
basic
request.
I
awoke
at
4
AM
to
see
my
daughter
"statting",
as
her
heart
rate
was
in
the
170's,
and
her
respirations
per
minute
were
in
the
60's.
She
was
entirely
soaked
with
sweat,
as
was
her
hospital
gown
and
sheets.
Her
muscles
were
in
a
state
of
non-stop
spasms/tremors
(much
like
Parkinson's),
and
she
was
in
extreme
pain.
I
also
realized
that
my
dehydrated
daughter
had
not
been
receiving
IV
fluids
overnight
-
yet
another
oversight.
When
I
was
upset
(albeit
NOT
yelling,
just
firmly
setting
expectations
about
my
daughter's
needs,
as
she
is
non-verbal)
about
my
daughter's
compromised
condition,
the
Charge
nurse
advised
me
to
"calm
down".
When
I
pressed
about
why
more
meds
were
not
given
to
her
for
this
hyperspasticity
that
I
spoke
numerous
times
about,
I
was
told
that
it
was
my
job
to
communicate
the
needs
of
my
daughter
to
the
staff.
Something
that
the
charge
nurse
insinuated
I
failed
to
do,
despite
it
being
almost
the
whole
of
my
conversations
with
the
two
nurses
in
ICU
assigned
to
my
daughter
and
the
charge
nurse.
I
was
told
that
there
was
only
ONE
prescribing
doctor
between
Memorial
Main
and
Memorial
North,
and
he
had
4
"Code
Blues",
and
could
not
attend
to
RX's
for
my
daughter.
As
if
the
Hospital's
lack
of
adequate
staffing
was
an
acceptable
excuse
for
leaving
my
daughter
writhing
in
pain,
while
her
heart
was
beating
out
of
control
and
her
breaths
were
so
fast
that
she
was
hyperventilating.
Upon
staff
change
and
speaking
with
the
doctors
who
visited
my
daughter
early
in
the
8
o'clock
hour,
I
again
expressed
how
upset
I
was
at
the
condition
of
my
daughter
overnight,
and
I
conveyed
with
great
urgency
that
we
needed
to
catch
up
for
the
lack
of
meds
she
had,
and
requested
that
she
be
given
a
new
round
of
meds
ASAP.
I
said
this
to
BOTH
of
the
docs
I
spoke
with,
multiple
times.
I
hoped
that
perhaps
by
9,
9:30
at
the
latest,
my
daughter
would
have
meds
on
board,
as
well
as
significant
IV
fluids
for
hydration,
as
the
night
nurse
could
only
allow
up
to
approximately
2.5
teaspoons
per
hour
via
IV.
To
no
avail,
by
10:30
I
went
to
the
nurse's
station
and
brusquely
asked
when
my
daughter's
meds
would
be
administered
&
fluids
would
be
increased.
There
was
literally
no
awareness
of
them
at
all
until
I
came
out
of
my
daughter's
room.
This
is
Memorial
North's
Intensive
Care
Unit.
There
were
numerous
other
factors
contributing
to
my
decision
to
leave
the
hospital
earlier
than
was
advised,
but
the
primary
reason
was
the
complete
and
utter
lack
of
willingness
to
take
responsibility
and
apologize
for
failing
to
take
care
of
a
tiny,
young
disabled
girl's
basic
needs
in
a
hospital;
to
be
relatively
free
of
pain
and
to
be
properly
hydrated.
Is
that
really
too
much
to
ask
from
a
hospital,
let
alone
an
ICU?