
Collapsed nasal septum secondary to nasal CPAP. Then nares blocked with scab.
Baby on nasal CPAP with the humidifier not on.
The three triplets being labelled as Twin 1, Twin 2 and Twin 3???
Gentamicin ordered as BD dosing.
When asked to demonstrate grunting, one makes an obscene rapid breathing sound, the other makes a bird-like chirp?
Glucometer 6.9mmol/L, and still on insulin infusion.
Incubator portholes found left open.
IVD D10% 2.8mls/ 3 hourly.
Rainout in machine tubings ignored.
Run intralipid @ 0.68mls / hour.

And this is just today. Aarrgghhh…even if I have eyes at the back of my head, or left or right, and grow another 8 hands, I still cannot be there 24 hours a day and watch over everything like a hawk. Even hawks blink…I think.
When you try to do your best and be as obsessive as possible and yet still disappoint, the feeling of helplessness is so deeply frustrating. I still remember when I first came to Paediatrics posting as a house-officer, I had just finished Medical posting where (pardon the language) patients dropped dead like flies and it’s a norm. And then in my first week of life in Paediatrics, there was a urine sample from a baby missing and the boss freaked out over it — investigating every person in the chain of events leading to the missing urine. At that time, I thought to myself, this is crazy! Now I understand. If only I can be half as obsessive as that, it’d be a great achievement.
