For the next hour and half I'm being booted out of Ike-a-saurus' room so that they can turn it into a sterile mini-OR. They're putting in his PICC line. We were hoping to avoid that, but the doc thinks he might have an infection brewing and wants to get his central line out. So PICC line it is.
He's had a habit of dropping his heartrate this morning, so I'm nervous about them sedating him and putting in this line. I know it's for the best, but that doesn't soothe me.
Little dude, little dude. It's just so much.