The Other Side of Labor and Delivery: Reflections on Burnout, Loss, and Compassion
As I sit in my taxi home watching the sunrise, I reflect on my shift from last night. This feels like my 100th “24hr day” since I started NP school, and I can feel the burnout creeping up on me.
I had a patient last night who would have made my new grad self sob, with tears streaming down her face. But instead, I stood there with no thoughts, no expression, and no remorse, watching a mother deliver her 34-week unalive daughter. I spoke to her as if I was speaking to any other fetal demise patient. I chose phrases that the modules taught me: “This isn’t your fault.” “I’m going to keep you and…
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