The last week has been emotionally challenging. We had seven very premature babies delivered: two singles, on set of twins and one set of triplets. The largest one of the group weighed 1.6 kilograms.
Two nights ago I was called just past midnight. The medical student said that one of the infants stopped breathing and his heart rate was low. Due to security reasons, I could not return to the hospital and had to talk the team through the resuscitation.
Unfortunately, that infant died 30 minutes later. As we were talking over the case, the first infant’s twin stopped breathing. Again, I tried to verbally help the doctors but that child died at 2AM.
Soon after, a third child had cardiac arrest. They got a heart rate back but he suffered severe brain damage and was dead by 4AM.
I cannot describe the anxiety and distress a night like this produces.