There were never any less than 4 nurses or doctors surrounding my son. They worked fervently and their efforts to get an IV line started were failing. After 3 attempts and collapsed veins on both arms, they moved to his feet. This too proved to be unsuccessful. The doctor reassured me that as long as Josiah had the IO in place, they’d be able to push the glucagon and he should start coming around. Out of desperation, the lead nurse called the neonatal intensive care nurse to come down to try, hoping her experience working with tiny, stubborn veins would do the trick. She was unable to get a line started as well. Terror swept over me as I listened to the E.R. doctor make an urgent call to the Children’s hospital to speak to Josiah’s endocrinologist.
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