3.13.12: A routine appointment with Dr. Starr to check out weight loss results in Hannah and I walking to the ER at Marybridge. We aren't given permission to go home and pack a bag...so across the street we go.
Everyone we see comments on her sweet smell...a sign of things to come.
Boo for horrible adventures in IVs. She was scared regardless, but my stomach was turned just watching. Two minute long mining adventures before they struck gold.
Yeah for Dr. Whackerly. Yeah for the lovely Mrs. Jones. Yeah for cell phone chargers. Yeah for learning we would not live a life without blizzards. Yeah for distractions.
A few hours in, up to the PICU - pediatric intensive care unit - where we would meet Susan and Will and the bald Dr. Harry. Where we would learn about the second iv and where we would thank the stars for meeting Susan, who was an IV therapist for 12 years before becoming a PICU nurse. Where Hannah would giggle and watch movies. And where she would beg for a snack, because she couldn't eat until her blood sugars come down. Where we had blood draws hourly. Did I mention the giggling? Will is crazy - and is going to be an AMAZING pediatric nurse. No visitors night one. No sleep either.
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