MRI

Today Zachary had to go for a sedated MRI. It was not a fun trip let me tell you. It all starts when he realizes where we are going so his anxiety level jumps right there, then we get inside University Hospital and he is just flipping out yelling "when are we going to get out of this place, When are they going to knock this place down, why is everyone so mean here." For a few examples. Needless to say people are looking at us like we are terrible for bringing him there.

We get him to the ped's floor and he is just constant whining, and crying and repeating all the above so they give him some versid (I know its spelled wrong) to relax him. Well within 3 min he was so out of it he was like a drunk person. It was sad to see him like that, but I knew it would help him and make me feel a little better. Well they let me go in to put him asleep which was a struggle also. He fought that and it took about 5 min to get him out. They couldn't believe what a fighter he is. Well this 45min-1 hr procedure ended up taking almost 2 hours. Yes I said 2 hours and they never called us in the waiting room to tell us it was going to take longer. I was getting quite nerveous because I didnt know if he was having a hard time coming out of the sedation or what. (He has had that problem a couple times). Well when they came and got me I went into recovery right away and he was a crazy man in there. He was trying to rip the IV out, and had the O2 sat tore off. He was screaming and kicking. I took over for the 1 nurse and he finally started to calm down. By then I had blood all over me because he pulled the IV and I couldn't get him to let me hold the guaze on the hand to stop the bleeding. I was like oh well its my kid and his blood won't hurt me. (People where looking at me funny walking out with blood all over me though)

Zachary normally has a hard time coming out of it or being a puker when we get in the car. So of course I was thinking ok he had a little hard time coming out that means we will have a safe drive home. Well we got almost home (10 min away literally) and he lost it. Thank god my mom was with me so she was able to turn around and take care of him. Then he kept saying "Mom when am I going to feel better?" So when we got home we took a nap together and when he woke up he was back to the normal Zachary we all know so well.

Now we just have to sit back and pray that we get good results. I have a terrible gut feeling and know I will not be sleeping well until Tuesday or Wednesday when we get the results. Darn Holiday is messing us up with getting it sooner. So please will you all say a prayer that we get positive results.