Mr. Rochester literally sped to Little Rock and shortly after we got on the road, a police officer pulled us over. When he asked us what our hurry was, Mr. Rochester explained our situation. The officer clarified that it was an emergency situation and then said, "Put on your hazards and I'll tell them you're coming." Basically, he gave us permission to speed. So we did. We drove between 90-100 mph to get there and made it in record time. We arrived at the ER around 9:45 pm and waited and waited in the ER until we were admitted to the hospital around 4 am. One of the reasons it took so long to get us admitted is because they didn't know if we actually needed to be admitted or not. Usually, they can just repair central lines in the ER but since it was so late at night, the staff on call weren't exactly sure of the procedure. Then, they thought they could repair it but they couldn't find the repair kit and said she might have to have surgery and just get an entire new central line, which is definitely not the thing we wanted to have happen.
So, since no one knew what to do, they poked her with an IV so we could give her medicine to her and then they admitted us. They were going to admit us to a pediatric ward but we mentioned that we usually go to hematology/oncology and they put us there. I'm so glad they did because the staff on that floor know Little Dorrit and they all know exactly what she needs. Also hem/once staff are just plain awesome. The minute we showed up two staff members brought in two brand new toys for Little Dorrit. Many of them even remembered her from the last time we were there. One of the nurses even brought in some pajamas and cut the arm off of the pjs so Little D. wouldn't pull on the clamp on her line and we wouldn't have to ruin any of the clothes we brought.
We were finally able to get a few hours of sleep and then around 10 am, a surgery nurse came and repaired her line. With the repair kit that no one in the ER could find. As you can see, Little Dorrit was less than thrilled about the whole thing but honestly, the worst part for her was just wearing the mask (and the IV poke).
Shortly after the repair, we were on our way home equipped with the the surgery nurses' pager numbers and instructions on exactly what we needed to do if this happens again on an evening or weekend (which is, of course, always when it happens).
Little Dorrit did really well at the hospital although I am glad that it was a very short stay. Keeping a toddler from pulling on IV lines is quite a challenge.