DAY OF LIFE 2

Today is still pretty crazy with a lot of poking, prodding and testing me.  I am full of many surprises and my awesome team of people are doing their best to figure me out as they consult with a couple of different hospitals that deal specifically with blood sugar issues.

They needed a better way to be able to stabilize me, so my Doctor went to visit my mommy in her hospital room and explained to her that they needed to put a central picc line into me in order to give me the medication I needed asap.  This procedure required a parental consent giving them permission to place a small line INTO my body. Like with everything in the medical world (as we were all learning very quickly) there are "risks" to everything that is done.  Before a procedure is done, they have to weigh out the "risks" v.s. the "benefits."

Since I was having so many problems, NOT doing a picc line had more of a "risk" than doing it.  I wasn't making anything "easy" on my awesome team of medical professionals. The Doctor explained to my mommy that they needed to get this into me ASAP and they may have to perform a "cut down" on my arm in order to get it in.  My mommy asked him...."what is a cut-down" and the Doctor said "unfortunately, it is exactly what it sounds like. If we cannot get the line in, we may have to cut into the arm to "see" where we need to put it."  

This is the night that I got my first "tiny" scar on my "tiny" arm and I cried and cried...so did my mommy.

PICTURE OF A PICC LINE

http://www.macmillan.org.uk/Cancerinformation/Cancertreatment/Treatmenttypes/Chemotherapy/Linesports/PICCline.aspx