Intravenous Line For A Week-Old Neonate

The child had a very high fever by the time I was examining it in the consulting room late in the afternoon. The parents had arrived with the neonate in the dad's arms - they both behaved calmly; I must commend them. For, the child was certainly irritable - wailing and squirming all over the place.

It was a case of Neonatal Sepsis, likely from an infected umbilical cord and I promptly entered the treatment plan then shortly after settled down to secure an intravenous line through which the needed intravenous antibiotics would be administered.

Both parents milled around me attentively as I sat by the child lying on the bed. I seized its tiny limb in my grip - tourniquet in place - in search of any visible, distended veins; the intravenous cannula and other utensils within reach. I was appreciative of the calm and quiet attitude I received from the young couple; their one-week old child crying ceaselessly. I got lucky on the first attempt.

Hopefully, a couple of days admission or so, would see the neonate off home to continue antibiotic syrups for sure.

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