BSW Stories - Page 20

It had already been a 15-hour day when I left the hospital around 8 p.m. on that Thursday night, headed for home. Within minutes, my husband, a Dallas police officer, called and told me, “Go back to work.” He quickly filled me in on the massive shooting downtown, assuring me he was safe. I was so thankful my husband was OK, but my heart was heavy for our larger police family. As a police officer’s wife, I had that sense of dread of what I was about to encounter at the hospital. But as a nurse, I knew I had a job to do. When I arrived, the first of the officers taken in at Baylor Dallas was being received. There were conflicting stories about what had happened, so we didn’t know how many injured were coming. It was scary, too, but we were all laser-focused on maintaining high-quality care. You prepare your entire career for something like this, but you can never truly prepare. It was controlled chaos, with other patients continuing 18 to come through the door, and at one point, we were in lock down. We weren’t able to save all the officers, and it was heartbreaking to watch the families and other officers react to the news. At that moment, I knew it could have been my husband and that might have been me left to grieve. So when it was time for the first officer to be taken out of the hospital, the nurses lined up at the door to show our respect to this fallen hero. Soon, everyone was out there, holding hands and creating a wall to give the officer and his family privacy. I like to believe that there is always something good to come out of the bad, and in this case, the community wrapped its arms around our officers and our hospital. – Sherry Sutton 18