Henry allowed me to sleep six hours straight at the hospital last night. He woke at seven, crying. I got up and found him SOAKED. I assumed his foley was kinked, and he was soaked in pee. But, as I took off his shirt, I realized that his Hickman was completely out. OUT! A surgically implanted central line OUT! Very quickly, four nurses were in our tiny room... they've never seen a Hickman pulled out either!
After the surgical resident assured us that it was pulled out whole, and after an X-Ray, and after oxycodone and ativan... we realized that ultimately he was fine. He got a new IV in his hand, and was fine. His labs looked good enough at 1000 that there was a rumor we may get to go home this afternoon. Then, at 1300, he spiked a fever...and not just a little fever, but a real fever. His heart rate is also really fast... so now we have started antibiotics, and the rumor of going home has vanished. A roller coaster morning.
On a happy note, he is very playful. He is laughing... I think he may be laughing at us. Every time we think we have a plan, Henry goes about changing it. How does he know? HOW DOES HE KNOW?
Luckily, we were close to postponing Owen's birthday party, but everything worked out that we were both able to be home. We had a fantastic afternoon!
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