This morning we woke up entirely too early and dragged our sorry behinds to the Children's Hospital. We changed KayTar's diaper and left her in her jammies because she was so very sleepy. On the way, a truck drove past us with a sign on the door displaying "MRI", the name of their company. This amused me to no end. I am easily amused, obviously.
We arrived on time at 6:14 (one minute to spare, go us!) and we arrived home at 10:30. It went very well. They got the IV in one try, which is always a relief. The nurses in the imaging department seem to possess greater skill in this area than in the ER. I appreciate that. Because of her hospital stay in January, she now understands the rules about not ripping out her IV, so they didn't have to tape her other hand into a useless fist this time. Once she was put to sleep (which Josh found highly entertaining as he witnessed it for the first time) we went and ate breakfast and then sat in the waiting area forever. She was so cranky when she woke up and made it clear she wanted nothing more than to roll over and go right back to sleep. She perked up a bit in the car. All in all it went incredibly smoothly and she is now drinking a bottle in her crib. We should have the results by Tuesday at the latest. I feel good about things, I really would be shocked if there was a new development. I'm just expecting the same old news this time around.
For your viewing pleasure:
KayTar eyeing her bracelet suspiciously...she knows what it means: "Needles are coming soon."
Chilling in the waiting area, with her crazy bed head.
On the way home, sunglasses and a yawn.