MRI

Today we had Cillian's MRI. It was fine. It was routine. James got his eye exam for being a Kinder in the fall on the same day. I had an appointment earlier at 8, then I met the boys at Dr. Z (eye) and then I left with Cillian to check him in for the MRI. Doug and James would meet me there. When I left Cillian to go for his imagine, they asked me to take off his glasses. I was standing in the empty room, Cillian had left with the anesthesiologists and I was just standing there holding his little glasses in my hand. I started to tear up - I don't even really know why - I think it was just because that was it - just his glasses were left - his personal item. A nurse saw me standing there and took me by the arm and said so sweetly, "Let's put his glasses on the bed so he'll have them when he comes back out." I remember just nodding at her and walking with her to place them down. Then I left to go to the waiting room to wait for my baby.

C did great as always. Coming out was harder for both of us - they brought me back earlier this time than the usually do - not sure why. He was still super foggy from the anesthesia so he was angry and scared. But then when I got there, he calmed down a bit. But would have fits of anger and screaming. I yelled for the nurse because I had never seen him react this way at all. Then she told me they brought me back early because it was slow that day - usually they call us back when they've passed this. She was so nice - her name was Josephina but was called "Joe" after her grandfather. I took that as a sign and felt better.

Then it was the usual routine of recovery - little sips of water to make sure he didn't throw up and then after about an hour, we'd move to discharge and then after another hour, we'd go home.

It was so nice to go home.

Now all we have to do is wait. The nurse said that we should hear back by Wednesday at the latest.