Sweet Yet Sour

First off, we don’t have the results from Anna’s MRI, so I named this update “1″ because I’ll write another post once we hear something on the results.

Joyfully, however, the actual MRI is over and that’s a relief.

So, for a brief review, after seeing several doctors about a bump on the bridge of Anna’s nose (and getting no real answer as to what it is), we finally saw a dermatologist at Children’s Hospital.  That doctor (and a team of other doctors and nurses there) poked and prodded Anna and decided it was most likely a dermoid cyst.

Because of where the possible cyst is however, the doctor said that he wanted a brain MRI done to make sure that’s what it is and to make sure that there are no orbital or brain structures involved. The radiology clinic is busy at Children’s so we had to wait two months for the appointment.  This delay was good since it took the insurance company almost a month to approve the MRI.

This gave me two months to worry about the anesthesia necessary for an infant to stay still for an MRI.  I do love having lots of time to worry…

Anyway, we took Anna into the hospital, got her checked in, and were eventually ushered back into radiology.  We met two nice nurses and the nice anesthesiologist who would be putting our daughter to sleep.  The scariest part was when I had to hand my sweet little daughter (wearing the tiniest hospital gown ever) to a nurse I had just met and walk back into the waiting room.

After about an hour we were ushered back into the room to see our totally zonked out Anna with an IV in her ankle and a little blood pressure monitor on her finger.  She woke up soon, and was pretty drunk; she laughed and was kind of floppy.  I tried nursing her but she was more interested in looking around the room and talking.  So really, she was soon back to being herself.

In the end, Anna looks a little like she has been through battle.  She has marks under her eyes from the tape that they used to keep her eyes shut, a small bruise and IV puncture on her ankle, a red area on her cheek from where the oxygen tubes were, and a large mark from the tape that they used to keep the oxygen and heart monitors to her chest.  It’s a little sad…

On top of that, we think she might be teething; she’s not sleeping very well, is very fussy and is drooling like a bulldog.  So while the MRI is over, I am still losing sleep.  When will the sleep fairy give me a break?

Anyway, you bet I’m going to be on that doctor’s office like white on rice on Monday morning to get the MRI results; I’ll post an update when I hear something.