"Code Blue ER, Code Blue ER" the overhead wailed Monday morning. I had the top drawer of the crash cart passing medications and I'd better get it right. The tiny girl of eight had been ran over by a driver near the school. This one was especially tough because of her age and trauma as we adjusted lung capacity, IV fluids and the depth of CPR. We tried our best to be cool and save this child's life as we shook inside. She was so white, unconscious and limp as her pupils began to dilate. Tearful cries and shear panic could be heard outside "trauma one" all the way to the waiting area. Tears and prayers flowed.
Forty minutes passed.
"OK, get her to ICU"
She sits up in bed finishing off a Snickers bar brought by her loving visitors. She's allergic to peanuts. "Code Blue! Pediatrics! Code Blue!"