I was woken at 4am by one of the perinatology team with a consent form. They needed to put in a central line (a PIC line?) to delivery the prostglandins reliably. Apparently he pulled out one IV line and they couldn't get another in and they always need two sites for the IV in case one fails or is "lost" (ie. Wren yanks it).
It was dark and I was exhausted and I signed the form after they said the central line should be good for 3 months and was needed for surgery anyway. It involved sedation to put it in and is threaded into his heart (as I understand it???).
After they left I couldn't get back to sleep for ages.
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