A Step Backwards

Errol's last remaining iv blew this afternoon (it happens sometimes) and we spent a bad two hours trying to get a new iv in him. After three different nurses (including the one who saved his life back on day one of his life) gave him eight or nine nasty needle sticks and painful subcutaneous explorations we gave up on trying to find a vein. Errol didn't cry but once.

Errol is out of the PICU but he's not out of the woods. We can't get him to eat, drink, or take his medicine, and without an iv in him or a nasogastric (NG) tube down his throat and into his stomach, Errol can't heal. Errol is exhausted and has fallen into a fitful sleep (I can't imagine what he is dreaming about), and we're going to evaluate his progress in the morning and decide what steps to take next. Let's hope things turn for the better. Thanks for hanging in there with us on this bumpy ride.