We have not been through as much with Abigail as a typical special needs family would have been, medically speaking. Abigail is healthy and happy, and there is not a single thing wrong with her except she is behind developmentally. We have not had to go to the hospital with her. But in December 2015, when Abigail was just barely 7 months old, we went to Children’s hospital to get an MRI done. The doctors were concerned that the connections from the back of her brain were not functioning as they ought. Her vision was awful back then as she could only look up and not track objects.
I still remember that day well. Abigail had to fast, so we woke her up early to get one last feeding in thinking she may nap in the two plus hour trip to the hospital. Well she did not nap. We were in Atlanta traffic with a tired, hungry baby and two stressed out, worried parents. We arrived and somehow got directed through the parking deck and down to the radiology department with enough bags to spend four nights at the hospital (I tend to over prepare for things).
Abigail was still pretty happy for all she had already been through so that made us feel better. But then they came to put her IV in, and it quickly went downhill. Because she had not ate or drank her already tiny veins had shrunk even more and the experienced nurse tried and failed about three times before finding her vein. By the first poke, my drained nerves could not handle my crying infant. There was already too many people in the crowded room, so I just stepped outside before I yelled at the nurse and tried to pull her off my screaming child. I boo-hooed like a baby by myself in that hallway. I remember a sweet nurse walking by and handing me a tissue.
The nurses left the room and said we could tell her bye before they sedated her. By this time I was already ready to leave. But I put my big girl panties on and hugged Abigail goodbye, telling her it would all be okay. Jordan and I stood on either side of her as they put the sedation medicine in her IV. It took about 30 seconds for her to go under, and they wheeled her out saying they would not leave her side. We were left in an empty room, while our unconscious infant was wheeled into the screening room without us. Oh we both cried like babies!!
It took over an hour for them to do the test, so Jordan and I got out of there and went and had lunch to help us calm down. Then we came back and waited for them to bring her back. She came back on the gurney half asleep, but doing great. They let me pick her up and nurse her and I was the happiest mom to have my baby back in my arms. We soon left and returned home. The results came a few days later saying everything looked great and we had nothing to worry about.
Then today our neurologist told us that she wants to schedule another MRI at Children’s within the next two months. She wants to see how Abigail’s brain is developing and make sure nothing new has shown up. But all I could think about is how awful that day almost two years ago was and I do not want to go back. We were naive then and did not realize how emotional the process would be, but now we know.
We know we could be going through a lot worse. We know Abigail will be fine. We know it is just general sedation and a quick MRI. We know the Children’s staff will be great with her. But we also know it will be a hard day. It will be a day full of tears for everyone. And we know we do not want to see a two year old experiencing two MRIs in her lifetime. But this is what is best for her, and the only way the doctor knows the proceed. So reluctantly we will take out tired, hungry toddler to radiology whenever the date is set and we will see if they can hopefully find us some much wanted answers! But even if this test yet again reveals nothing, we will be thankful for Abigail’s health, progress and that she is apart of our little family!!