One down, One to go!

Well, on Wednesday morning, we got up early, dropped Mason off with my mom and Brody and I headed out to Children’s Liberty for his MRI. He did great all through the waiting and getting everything together. I was holding up pretty well myself. I was nervous about being there by myself, but with Dave starting his new job this week, I didn’t have much of an option. We were in a pre-op area and they called us back to start the sedation.

We had assumed that sedation would be enough for him, so they sat him on my lap, explained to me what was going to happen and asked me if I was ok with holding him while they put him to sleep. I assumed I would be. They kept assuring me it would be more comfortable for him to be in mommy’s lap and I agreed. He picked a cherry flavor for the gas and rested comfortably on me. Then he started twitching, sounded like he was gasping for air then went limp. I completely lost it. I knew he was fine, but holding a limp little boy whose last look was one of sheer terror and confusion broke my heart! They told me to get up and lay him on the table and give him a kiss. They had to repeat it twice. I just could not handle it! The nurse assured me that most moms react the same way and she walked me to the waiting room.

All this emotion over an MRI! I’m not sure if I was more upset over what had just happened or the fact that the doctor told me the things they were looking for. Yikes. The nurse told me it would be 45 minutes and they’d call me straight back to recovery at that point. Well, 45 minutes went by. Then an hour. Then an hour and a half. I started to get really anxious and finally approached the waiting area desk and asked them if they knew anything. Just at that moment, they called me back.

The whole point of the sedation was that he had to be perfectly still for the entire 40 minute scan. But even at the max dose of the drug, he was still fighting the sleep, and too squirmy, so they had to give him general anesthesia. Which meant a tube down his throat and an IV. It took so long becuase they had to restart the test, plus he would not wake up after. I got to go see him and that made me feel much better.

I sat with him for about 30 minutes and he finally started to stir. He sat straight up very abruptly, looked at the nurse and said “Do you have some chocolate for me?” We all laughed. Especially since every other child in the 6 beds around us woke up screaming hysterically. The nurse said he could have a popsicle and sprite and he reluctantly agreed, but asked that since she didn’t have chocolate, he at least wanted stickers. So she gave him the stickers and he was a happy boy.

Thirty minutes later, they came to get him in a super cool race car wheelchair (if I can get the pictures off my phone, I’ll post them!) and we went home. He was back to running and playing like normal within only a matter of about 2 hours.

Still no word on the MRI. They told me it would be 48 hours at least- even if it was bad news. She said it just takes that long to get through everyone it needs to and get back to us. That was less than reassuring, but I’m (im)patiently waiting!

Next week it’s Mason. I hope it goes as smoothly, although he’s a little more dramatic, so I’m doubting that it will. Plus he’s having and invasive procedure. I’m dreading it, but know that it needs to be done!

One down, one to go!