Another Day Waiting

You will not believe this! As I sit here typing away, I am waiting for our THIRD trip to the Imaging place to get Cohen's MRI. That will happen in about...oh...3 hours. Until then, I am going to keep this boy up whether he likes it or not!!! After all, he always keeps me up so it's his turn! :)

The place we're going to does not like to sedate children under 1 year old. Well, I don't like it either, but I wish someone would have told me that before Sunday night/early Monday morning when I STARVED HIM (not really, but it felt like it!) for 9 hours!!! They tell me all of this stuff after I get to the waiting room, sign in and pay my copay. Then they try to act supportive, offering sympathetic smiles and saying they hope he sleeps through the HOUR long scan. "Me too" I say as I smile and grit my teeth.

The most frustrating part? I already know this isn't going to work. He's hungry, and what baby wants to sleep when they're hungry? But of course, I don't have time to feed him, they say, because they're booked. Booked?! After I just starved my son (not really, but it felt like it!) all night and dragged his cranky butt out in the cold morning air, braving the morning commuters clamoring for their spot on the road to get him there on time and alive! (ha! those crazy morning drivers, late to work and heavy on the gas and attitude!). I think about clearing out the waiting room and schedule (to make room for us) and I hatch a brilliant scheme (okay, probably not, but humor me!) . I'd pull the hood of my sweatshirt up over my head, do some Sanjaya impersonations (sorry if you're a fan) in a really loud, horrible, obnoxious voice and run around the waiting room winking at everyone like they're the camera and I'm bringing sexy back!!! but I decide that wouldn't go over too well and certainly wouldn't guarantee a spot on the exam table (well, maybe for me but not for Cohen!HAHA), so, alas, we reschedule until today *sigh*

Well, this morning we are set. We make it over there early and I feed him and rock him to sleep. But my little guy is not feeling the oh-so-cushy (not really) table/bed. As soon as we get him in there, secure beneath the straps, he wakes right up. Of course! Take away his thumb and you are asking for trouble! That's like trying to take away Paris Hilton's Sidekick. Not gonna happen. So, at this point, I'm starting to think we need a different battle strategy. They say let's try just ONE more time. I agree to try, but only because I really don't want him to have to go through sedation (and an IV needle). So, we wait. And wait. And go back yet again.

And, well, he's starting to whimper because he's tired and unhappy :( but I'm not giving up the fight! We will get this done.

Eventually.

Now, I think I'll go do that impersonation for him. Might calm him down as he wonders what in the heck is up with his mommy.