One of my first jobs out of nursing school was in Louisiana in a busy pediatric Emergency Room. We had very few resources and were very busy. For our whole 36-bed unit, we had two monitors and they were at least 42 inches square. They were so old, they did not print rhythm strips. One day I was standing at the bedside of a congenital heart patient and noticed two things: the patient was having PVC’s and periodic oxygen desaturation down to 50%. The monitor never alarmed. There was also no central monitoring station, so if you put a patient on the monitor you had to watch it all the time at the bedside to see what was going on.
We started realizing that they never alarmed. Given how short-staffed we were standing at the bedside watching heart rates and oxygen saturation levels on patients that were not so ill they needed constant care was not feasible. This, along with several other perceived patient safety issues prompted me to organize the nurses. We wrote a letter outlining our concerns for patient safety and requesting a meeting with hospital administrators to present possible solutions. All the nurses signed it, doctors also looked at it and voiced their support. We sent it to the top nursing administrator and copied the CEO, all the Vice presidents, and the president of the Board of Trustees.
Now this was New Orleans, and if you are not familiar with the “laissez le bon temps roulez” culture let me just say that in general, New Orleans is not known for being a culture of progressive change or process improvement. Needless to say, the nurses worked to create ideas for how to improve problems with staffing, suggested purchasing monitors and a central monitoring system, and looking at procedures for triage. We presented to the nursing administration and waited.
Shortly after the presentation, they tried to discipline me for poor clinical judgement for something that was completely bogus. Knowing they didn’t have a leg to stand on given my level of documentation, I asked them to put their concerns in writing so that I could respond appropriately, rather than calling me into meeting where they threatened and questioned my judgment. Needless to say, my documentation saved me and they never substantiated their claims or put anything in writing.
I felt that they were punishing me for organizing the staff, spearheading the letter and the presentation. I was so discouraged since I had tried so hard to make sure everything we did focused on illuminating the problem while providing positive suggestions for nurse-led improvement efforts. The intention of our work had always been about patient safety and I could not understand why they rejected me.
On the up side, 12 new monitors were purchased and the unit was wired for a central monitoring telemetry station. It took 8 months for that to be installed, and in that time, I was so depressed and discouraged that I left New Orleans (about 4 months before Hurricane Katrina).
5 years after those efforts, I ran into a nurse in Georgia from that pediatric E.D. in New Orleans. We talked about the hospital where we work now and how there are so many resources compared to where we worked previously. Where we work now seems posh and luxurious with great staffing ratios, all the best equipment, social work support, child life, etc. I told her that I had been so discouraged by how the treated me there after we did the presentation, but now that I had been away I felt as though we had done much good for the patients we served even without any resources.
She understood and said, “If you hadn’t done that, we never would have gotten any of that equipment, and we’d still be working with two monitors. They would still have nothing, at least we got what we got.” All these years, I felt like I had failed to make a difference there. Now, through her eyes I saw that I had made a difference. I may have paid a price for my actions, but I feel now that a purpose was served and change happened even though it took five years for me to see the result.