We expected today to be a lot like "Second Thursday," with him resting and sprinting (as much sense as that can make.) We came in this morning and saw Seven just relaxing. They hadn't started the sprint yet. Jarrad and I decided to visit my parents (and score a free breakfast.) We then picked up Ocean and brought her back to the hospital to spend the day coloring and watching movies. When we got back to the hospital we found Seven telling a different tale. Seven was agitated and had developed a fever. His breathing was faster and heavier. The nurse told us Seven's behavior added on top of his hematacrite and red blood levels being low made the doctor decide to transfuse again. Jarrad and I decided Ocean shouldn't stay so we walked her to the front to get picked up. When we got back to the room there were several nurses trying to calm Seven down. They suctioned, rearranged his position, and even took the air mattress off the bed. Nothing was really working. Ultimately it took a dose of Ativan to get him relaxed. That, and sprinting. Surprisingly he was more calm when he was doing more of the work breathing. Dr. Tellaz came up with that one. It seems Seven is a bit of a control freak. He didn't like getting pushed around by the machine. Hey, Seven. Who the heck does?
Mickey Mouse came by for a visit later on. Seven, yet again, did not notice. Notice Mickey? He doesn't even notice the giant ice packs laying on his body. He's practically in the tundra right now.
He started rousing again so he ended up getting another dose of Ativan. That one seemed to do the trick for a while.
The blood came for his transfusion. We gave him a larger dose than last time. The blood is hanging in the upper right hand corner of the photo. Try not to vomit a little bit in your mouth. This is standard operating procedure.
Because of the fever, the doctor decided to pull the femoral line. Because of its location, it has a high risk for infection. Before we do this, a PICC line needs to be inserted. This is where a central line is made from an IV in the arm. We tried this the first day we were here and it failed miserably. The team tried again and again over several hours. It was miserable to watch. I decided to settle in for a nap. The scale of this hospital visit has been wearing on me and I've been just tired all the time. I am lucky Jarrad is here with me and can make decisions without me. Several hours later... Jarrad said they used an ultrasound to put the PICC line in. It was still extremely difficult and took several nurses to help. It also took a few more doses of Ativan. He ended up getting 4 total for the day.
I loved this face Seven was making much later. His tongue was kind of sticking out. Its a good depiction of the attitude he seemed to be oozing all day. Leave it to Seven to throw a wrench in our plans. He definitely doesn't like to be typical in any way. Jarrad and I remained a little edgy into the evening. While Seven seemed very settled and much pinker after a nice yummy bag of blood, his heart rate was so much lower than we had seen this visit. Earlier today he was up in the 180s and then we were looking at 80s. The nurse insisted this was because of the Ativan. He did look much better than this morning. And his blood pressure was very good.
He eventually settled down completely and we propped him up into a very adorable position. Several nurses had to pop in to get a better look. From the hall he seemed to be a very tiny person watching TV. They ended up finding a very tiny person sleeping. It would have been funnier if he was watching TV.
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