Intubation in the NICU has been my nemesis. The art of taking a tiny tube and sneaking it past the vocal cords with goal of rescuing a tiny human who can't breathe and giving them the vital capacity to get oxygen has been the bane of my NICU confidence. I was ZERO for three. Until yesterday, when I was able to finally find a bit of confidence and was able to intubate 3 kids, all were emergent intubations too... It was one of those beautiful days at work where things made sense, I knew what to do. I've had some sick kiddos and yesterday they were turning the corner. I literally watched them get better in the 24 hours I was there. That is job satisfaction. At 3am I just walked through the NICU (I had one really sick kid and knew I wasn't going to sleep all night) and peeked in on a few kids, watching them breathe. It was very calming. These kids are going to make it. (I knew I was delirious from exhaustion when I was looking into NICU fellowships at 4am)... Not headed that route..
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