So last Wednesday, K went for her MRI.

Since she’s so little, it was quite the involved process. Since there’s no way she could stay still for them to look at her brain, they had to sedate her a bit. Because of the sedation, she couldn’t eat after midnight the night before. And because of the sedation, she also had to get an IV and be intubated. It really sucked. When they picked us back up at the waiting room, she was already awake and screaming her head off. She’d started to move around so the anesthesiologist had to carry her so she didn’t hurt herself moving around in the bed. She kept looking at me and would start crying all over again.

It was aggravating, too, because we got a later start so she was really very hungry and cranky when it got started, then afterward, they made her wait a bit then gave her 2 ounces of Pedialyte and still made her wait some more before she could have some formula.

I was very thankful when it was all over.

Now we have to wait for the results. I’m trying not to be anxious about hearing them. They told me that within 48 hours the doctor would have them, so that would be by Friday, and now Monday is over and we still haven’t heard anything. I’m trying to remind myself that he probably has a lot of patients and maybe hasn’t had a chance to look at them yet.

I was also very thankful that I didn’t have to see my baby intubated again. When she was born, it became the every day. She had to have it all the time. Then it went away and a few days before coming home, she had her surgery. She came out of surgery still intubated for a while. It was hard enough then seeing my (relatively) big baby on a ventilator again. She’s not quite double now what she was then, I am glad the intubation was over before I had to see it this time.