Opinion: The love my daughter and I found in the PICU
The ventilator alarm woke me at 3 a.m. It was the fourth alarm in the past two hours. My 5-year-old daughter Molly had been there eight days, intubated and heavily sedated so she wouldn’t feel her skin blistering off her body, the terrible effect of a severe drug reaction.
I looked over and saw her nurse, Kelli, holding Molly’s hand with her right hand and trying to chart with her left. She smiled at me. “This is a girl who knows what she wants,” she said. “Each time I try to take my hand back, she bites on her tube and sets off the alarm. As soon as I hold her hand again, she stops and falls back asleep.”
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