Code Pink

I was just thinking about this the other day… and I am still giggling about it. Sometimes, I think – technology sneaks up on us and ends up smacking some of us across the head with a big stick.  When I had my babies (the last one almost 7 years ago! EEEK), we had the good old fashioned “wristband” security.  The nurses wouldn’t give the baby to anyone that didn’t have a matching wristband.  It seemed to work ok… I mean, you never saw a huge plethora of baby snatchings from hospitals on the news.  Nowadays though, these little newborns have sensor tags ziptied to their brand new wrinkly selves – and when grandma takes the whiny infant for a bounce down the hall, they end up locking down the entire hospital with  a “CODE PINK”.  While we were in Clinicals on Friday, this happened not once – but TWICE – in the six hours I was there.  I was told by my instructors that if a code pink is ever called while we are on shift, we are supposed to head straight to the exit doors on our floor and watch for the bad baby snatchers.  When this first code pink was called…. all of us first semester nursing students stood there with this aghast look of “OMG A CHILD ABDUCTION” on our faces, but the nurses on our floor had not a single change in demeanor.  In fact, not one of them went to an exit door to look for the perp.   I guess logic had the best of them – after all, we were on the fourth floor and L&D is down on the second floor – so odds are a babysnatcher would run down and out, not up.  When the alarm rang again only a few hours later, it became apparent to all of us that Code Pinks might just be a giant pain in our collective asses.

Grandma!  Put down the baby!  You can’t take him down to the cafeteria anymore! It’s 2010!

LOL!