Mischief began early for this little boy. Bobby was exactly one day old. I was trying to get him situated to feed him. With my right hand I held his head and with my left hand I reached up to touch his little mouth hoping for signs that he was hungry. In a flash he reached up, grabbed my IV, and yanked!
I pushed my nurse’s button. I knew it was time for the antibiotics they had been giving me every six hours so I needed to let them know. “Hello! May I speak to my nurse please. My baby just pulled out my IV.”
I repeated myself slowly, “My baby pulled out my IV.”
“Uh okay. I’ll send your nurse right in.”
My nurse came running into the room, took one look, and her hand flew to her mouth, “Sure enough! How did this happen?” I explained and she laughed. This must be a rarity because she called several of her co-workers who also had to come and inspect. Each one in turn gasping and covering their mouth with their hand.
I actually enjoyed the fun of it all, until someone came to insert a new IV. I think that is one of the worst parts of the whole hospital experience and thanks to my little mischievous boy, I had to endure it twice!
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