Some how I've lucked out and have always had someone
else take the body away after I've done post mortem
care. No one to do it last night. I carried my infant
patient in my arms, covered by a blanket, down to
security to get the key and then down to the basement
morgue where I placed her in a bag. There's something
so weird and final about zipping up that bag over the
face. I placed her next to another tiny body in a
refrigerated room.
I keep playing the moment of her death over and
over.... her parents holding her, crying out her name.
Wondering if I was supportive enough for them......
Not an easy aspect of my job.
Friday, June 22, 2007
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