Because all of the marital strife and internal confusion, I did not tell my husband about the MRIs until 2 days before. Because last time Darrin just created more stress, I suggested that he consider staying home from the appointment. He agreed, and my mom quickly stepped up to fill in as my support system.
This time around, things went much more smoothly. There was no one to bump our table time , and no nasal drip to stop the MRIs midpoint.
It was scary and completely different from before in that they would not permit me to stay in the imaging room with him since general anesthesia had to be administered. They did, however, allow me to carry him into the imaging room and to hold his hand while he was being put under. Gone was the day of peaceful oral sedation where he somberly fell asleep in my arms. This time was not that. It was not a peaceful moment; it was pure hell. Brandt was restrained and screaming from fear as they held the mask firmly over his face. And then he was out. They took the mask off his face and let me kiss him goodbye. His face was red and sweaty from the frustration of going down. My heart sank as I gave him a kiss and left the room.
Although I desperately wanted to stay glued to his side, it was far easier to wait in the cafeteria. Last time my eyes were fixed on the vitals monitor, my blood pressure was surging, and I jumped every time I heard a mysterious noise. Sipping a coke and poking at my yogurt while engaging in small talk kept me mindless of the happenings.
Two hours later, I was called into the recovery room. Brandt was still sleeping, but they wanted me to be there to comfort him when he awoke. It was not long after I sat down that he awoke. He was a little irritable and disoriented, but he seemed to be more peaceful than he was waking up from his ear tubes surgery at Miami Children's Hospital. He was really just frustrated about all of the cords, monitors, and IV that covered his body. Oh, and the fact that he was hungry. He drank a cup of juice and quickly cheered up.
We were then reunited with my mom and moved to Phase II. There, they took his vitals and gave him another drink. Since he was eagerly taking down fluids, we were quickly given discharge instructions and sent on our way.
They warned me that Brandt would probably be groggy and want to sleep, but he was nothing of the such. They warned me that he would be uncoordinated, but he had more controlled movements than ever before. He was taking several steps unassisted and even getting to a standing position without having to pull up on things. It was one of the happiest moments of my life!
And so the waiting begins... Stay tuned for the results....
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