Oliver had his MRI yesterday and for the most part it was pretty uneventful. He was a little concerned about where we were going and what we were doing, but was easily distracted in the waiting room (where we waited for a LONG time).
He generally does pretty well with medical professionals, as long as he doesn’t think he’s going to get a shot. So he willingly followed the admin person leading us through the hospital corridors. And if we hadn’t seen anyone on our way to the radiology waiting room, he would have continued to be unconcerned. But, unfortunately, we passed a gurney with a little girl waiting for her MRI. She was sitting up and smiling, but the sight of her in a hospital gown horrified Oliver. And he immediately started pleading, “don’t cover me” and “I don’t want to be baby Oliver.” No idea what the latter meant – but I’m sure the former was all about that hospital gown. Fear of medical procedures or fashion minded aversion to ass exposure? You be the judge.
Anyway, I spent the next ten minutes in the second waiting room, talking him off the ledge until the anesthesiologist came in to meet with us. You would think that a grownup in full scrubs would look far more menacing that a ten year old in a hospital gown – but no. Not for Oliver. Talking to her seemed to calm him down considerably and once we faced the big scary machine that was obviously meant to swallow him whole (or at least his head), he felt very much at ease and happily breathed into the gas mask.
What a little freak.
But I was very proud of him for being so brave when the chips were down.
Coming out of the anesthesia wasn’t pleasant for him. Or me. But it wasn’t anything unexpected and within an hour of being at home, he was back to his usual happy, Thomas Train playing, pantsless self.
We’ll hear from his neurologist after she looks over his films (scans? images? I’ll have to pay better attention next time I watch Grey’s Anatomy). But to be honest, I’m not really expecting any revelations. It would be nice to have some new information to add to the picture. But if not, I’ll just take the “no news is good news” perspective.
On a completely unrelated note, four-year-old Eleanor was working on her negotiation skills with me last night.
She had several pipe cleaner bracelets that I made for her and very generously offered one to me. She even allowed me to choose the color I wanted…
Me: I’ll take the silver one.
Eleanor: Okay – that will be twenty-five dollars.
Me: I didn’t realize I had to pay for it, but fine – here you go. [hands her imaginary money and collects bracelet]
Eleanor: Do you want another one?
Me: Sure – why not? I’ll take the blue one.
Eleanor: You can have that for fifteen dollars.
Me: [hands over the money and takes the blue bracelet]
Eleanor: Do you want more?
Me: Yeah – okay. How about the gold one?
Eleanor: Ten dollars.
[Lather-rinse-repeat through two more bracelets and fourteen more dollars. The prices kept decreasing and I was impressed with her innate understanding of frequency rates.]
Eleanor: Do you want the last one?
Me: I thought I bought all of them! Well – no thanks. I can’t afford anymore. You’ve bled me dry. I can’t spare one more penny.
Eleanor: Okay – just one more penny.
Yikes! I don’t even want to know what her loan rates are like. A pound of flesh indeed! But I do admire her ability to get the most out of a business transaction. I’m bringing her to the Diamond District this weekend. I’ll never pay retail again…
Oliver is SUCH a trooper! And who would want to wear those god-awful hospital gowns?
I like that you get your medical advice and terminology from Grey's. So do I.
And that Eleanor…a force to be reckoned with. Watch out.
I can't stop giggling over her negotiation skills!
Here's hoping Oliver is A-OK.
Too funny and cute! This one made me giggle out loud. That freak. Hehehe.
And Eleanor is adorable too, of course. Glad it went so well yesterday! I was thinking of you guys all morning!
Glad the MRI went well!
So glad that you don't have use real money with your kids yet! That's going to get expensive!
What a wheeler-dealer Eleanor is!
So glad you and Oliver made it through.
Yes, go with the "no news is good news" perspective.
I had to laugh when you wrote "What a litte freak!" Funny what kids will react to.
Sorry you are nor poor…:)
I'm glad to hear the MRI went okay. What a brave little guy he is. As for your daughter – perhaps she'll be a super savvy investor / entrepreneur / billionairess !?
So glad the MRI went well, Oliver's a rockstar. Itai had to have one a few years ago but since he was several days past his 8th birthday they did it without sedation.
And Eleanor – that one's going to keep you on your toes m'dear ;).
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I'm glad the MRI went off without a hitch. Having had many brain MRIs I know how scary it can be even for an adult. Yea for Oliver! GOOD JOB! As for Elenor. I think she'll be a good candidate for Donald Trump's Apprentice! What a little business-woman!
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Scans are scary! I'm impressed how well he did. Good job mom! And your little entrepreneur? Adorable!