When my first son was 6 months old, we experienced our initial reception into the world of hemophilia. Until that point, his bleeding disorder had not reared its ugly head. This was his first internal bleed into a joint (his ankle), and we prepared to find a vein to utilize so that we could medicate him. Unfortunately, things did not go as planned. My wife and I felt utterly desperate. We attempted to infuse our…

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