Today, we took Becky to Childrens’ Hospital for an MRI that had been recommended by her pediatrician. He wouldn’t speculate as to what the mysterious bump on her head was, but neither would the dermatologist, and that left us with no other option: we needed to get an x-ray or MRI.
It was quite an adventure, starting with an IV (they couldn’t find a vein anywhere on Becky’s pudgy arms or legs… I love my Becky), and continuing with a couple of squirts of chloral hydrate in her mouth. That was supposed to make her very sleepy, but it tastes bad, and she was already in a fightin’ mood from the IV. (She has so much fight in her for such a sweet little thing. I really blame her mother. I love her mother, too.) It took her a while to get really good and sleeping, and even then, she kept blubbering.
Then Mom and Becky went to the MRI room while Adam and I hung out. (Adam took a nap. I listened to “Sheila Take a Bow” by The Smiths on my iPod, and then let it play tracks alphabetically until it got to “Shoehorn with Teeth” by They Might Be Giants.)
An hour later, they came to the waiting room, and Becky’s brown eyes popped open. She wasn’t really in control of her body, but she didn’t know it yet, so she kept trying to flip over and sit up and crawl around, and she’s still a little drunk yet. (Even as I write this, she can’t really get around. I put her in the swing chair, which she’s usually too wiggly to use, and she’s liking it.)
We won’t know anything until later on this week, but the nurse indicated that the techs weren’t too concerned with what they saw. That’s good.