MRI, check

We woke up bright and early this morning to get to the hospital by 7:30 for Wesley's MRI appointment.  Because he's so little, they had to sedate him with general anesthesia to be able to get good MRI pictures.  They took him back at 8:30 and were done around 9:30.  They didn't let me go back with him so mom and I had to sit in the waiting room.  They said he did well and he woke up from the anesthesia quickly.  When we met him in the recovery room he was so sad (but cute).  He was crying but didn't even want to open his eyes.  It was as if he was trying to tell us that he felt funny and didn't like it.  Waking up from anesthesia is a weird enough feeling when you know what happened but I can't imagine how confusing and strange it must feel to a little baby.  We were able to leave shortly after that and were home by 11.  They put a sticker on his back that he had to wear on the ride home saying that he received anesthesia today so if we got in a car accident on the way home, they wouldn't think he had brain damage because he was behaving so strangely.  Wesley has recovered well now and has been especially vocal this afternoon while he was playing.
We won't get any results from the MRI for 24-48 hours and even then, that will only be the preliminary reading.  So... now we wait.

Oh and the mechanic couldn't get the car to stall again so they don't know what was wrong with it.

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  1. QuilterbunnyJune 7, 2012 at 5:52 PM

    Glad to hear the MRI went OK and know the waiting for results will be hard. Give him a kiss for me :)

    So sorry to hear about your car - they can be a real pain! We had to drive home with the windows open Monday because the fan wouldn't turn on - it hasn't failed since!!!

    Love U bunches!
    Grandma

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