It is that time of year again.
The yearly MRI.
We got the appointment card in the mail in June, but I didn't think much of it until a couple of days before.
But then I started getting nervous.
Last year Nickolas was not a happy camper after the anesthetic.
He screamed and cried the entire ride home.
And now he's 1 year older, one year more aware of what is going on. So then I started worrying about how he would be.
I wasn't sure if we should try to prepare him a little bit, or just go with the flow.
I decided to jsut leave it as "a trip to the hospital" and go from there.
Nick's brand new t-shirt had arrived, so I figured it was a perfect time to show it off.
And even though we could probably have carried him in and out of the appiontment, I decided to take his chair to let him move around if he wanted to.
Nick didn't really seem to notice that he wasn't allowed to have anything to eat or drink.
He wasn't too sure about the hospital gown, but we got in relatively quickly.
We even skipped the pre-sedation waiting room.
Nick had a little bit of time to look around and explore the sedation room (I don't know what it's called, but it is where he goes to sleep before he actually goes into the MRI).
He was excited that there were characters on the ceiling.
He knew that something was going to happen and he didn't want it to.
He had a mask that went over his face with his choice of scent (watermelon).
He was afraid and crying, I touched him and kissed him and he slowly drifted off.
Then it was Kyle and me - distraction time for about an hour.
Since neither of us had eaten breakfast (since Nick couldn't it wasn't really fair to eat in front of him), we headed off to the cafeteria.
And then the gift shop.
Between Kyle and I we both had armfulls of gifts and ideas to buy the kids. We put alot back, but did pick up something special for Nick for when he woke up.
Pretty soon we got some smiles out of him.
And he drank a whole juice box.
So we were ready to go.
No tears, no crying. He bounced back amazingly well. So much better than last year.
We also got to take home the mask that smelled like watermelon. Hopefully we can do something about that fear about the mask right before going to sleep.
Now I just have to try not to stress about the results...