Phew!

Veda and I rolled out of the house this morning at 5:45. That would be a.m. Yeah, it's been a while since I've been up at that hour. At least on purpose, anyway.

Waiting in the radiology department, we watched the last half or so of the Tinkerbell movie and waited for the numbing solution that was placed over possible IV sites to do its thing. When we went back to get the IV started, we stayed in a holding room stocked with toys and a tv. Here's Veda sporting her IV bling.

By the way, the drug used to sedate her? Propofol. I bet the medical community is 150% percent ready for people to forget about Propofol and its connection to Michael Jackson. Moving on...

I was allowed to hold her until she was put to sleep. I'm not sure that I can tell you why, but watching your child going under is "unsettling", which the doctor and nurses warned me of. She went from crying to being still and limp within a matter of a couple of seconds. Then I had to place her on the gurney, give her a kiss, and walk away. It was scary, and it was hard.

According to the nurses, most kids who wake up from Propofol are disoriented, silly, and dopey. Not Veda. She was cranky, grumpy, and mad. The protocol is that the kid wakes up, says cute coming-out-of-anesthesia-type stuff, drinks something, and goes home. Veda, on the other hand, kept ripping her O2 monitor off, maintained a grumble cry, and fought away all attempts at consoling her with stuffed animals, cartoons, and stickers. Long story short, they eventually gave up on her drinking anything and let us leave.

Luckily, getting out of the hospital changed her mood, and by the time we made it to Shoney's (which serves breakfast all day on Tuesdays), she was ready to eat. She licked a lot of syrup off of French toast (and ate exactly zero bites of French toast) and shoveled in half of a biscuit, gravy (which she ate with a spoon), some eggs, and some fruit

So minus the whole MRI thing, it was a fun mommy-and-me morning. And that, Veda, is the story of your MRI. I'm so glad this morning is over and so glad that you came through it okay.

While I couldn't get her to look at the camera for a together shot, I think what was going through my mind comes through anyway: I wouldn't trade this girl for anything.

Where was Linus this morning? At home with Granny. This is the first morning he's ever woken up without Veda. My mother-in-law said that he didn't want to leave the nursery without Veda and kept looking for her around her crib. Melt.