MRI

On Tuesday Noah had his MRI.  I don't think either Mick or I got much sleep Monday night for worrying.  On Tuesday morning Mick got Noah up as normal.  As he was being sedated he wasn't allowed any milk, but Mick was allowed to offer him water up until 7.30 am.  Judging by the look on his face he wasn't impressed.  We did have a fair bit of moaning about this but very little crying.  We got to the hospital with plenty of time.  He had to have a set of obs done and we found out he was now over 9kgs.  I still cant believe he has gone from one extreme to the other with his weight.  Then we were asked to take him down to the treatment room for his canula (in case they needed to use the contrast dye) and blood tests.  I had to put him on one of those bench bed type things that are covered with a roll of paper.  It took about 10 minutes to get all the blood needed as they don't syringe it out like they do with adults....they have to let it drip out of the canula.  By the time we were done Noah had screamed for the whole time and the paper was soaked in his sweat.  They asked us if he had a dummy.  But by that time there was no way a dummy would have helped.  All he wanted to was to be hugged. 

Straight after they then had to give him the sedation powder.  they mixed it with blackcurrant juice to make it more palatable.  They syringed it in to his mouth and he was a little monkey.  Somehow he managed to keep it in his mouth, whilst still moaning and then spit it out.  So it took a fair while to get it in.  Eventually it was all in but he decided to try and fight it.  Luckily I know how to hold him so that he relaxes and I just stroked him and talked quietly till he went off.

They then walked us down to the MRI suite.  Noah was in a huge bed and looked so small just covered with a little lilac blanket.  The whole time his obs were monitored by a machine.  The nurse placed him on the slidey table part of the machine and then they put tiny little ear plugs in and padded out round his head with soft grey pads.  Then a cage type thing went over his head.  Now for me that was the worst point.  I don't quite know why.  The scan took about 20 minutes and then back to the children's wing we went.  They were hoping that he'd wake up quite quickly but of course what we want and what we get are rarely the same thing.  He slept for 3 hrs.  When he woke up he had a bottle of milk...and then the bad news he had to have another blood test.  Back to the treatment room we go.  But this time Mick had to hold him down and emotionally I was wiped out.  Luckily this time it only took a few minutes and we were told as he'd also done them a wee sample we could go home.

So about 3.30 we finally left.  And as the whole time we'd been there we'd had nothing to eat or drink we headed straight for MacDonald's.  I dread to think how many syns we ate as we really did pig out.  Noah was pretty much out of it for the rest of the day, only waking for a few feeds.  But by Wednesday other than the bruises on his hands you wouldn't know as he was back to his happy, gorgeous little self.

Hopefully we'll get the results some time next week.