Our day started out so well too.
Crisp autumny air. Colorful leaves fluttering. Trevor...who never sleeps in the car...was snoozin' before we crossed state lines. Not too many cars on the road. Sundays are good for going to Boston.
We made it to the hospital in decent time. Early enough to grab a coffee before heading up to Radiology even.
Little did we know our day would end MUCH less peacefully.
Let me first say...the staff at Boston Children's was wonderful. And we truly hold no grudges. But it was a terrible terrible day. Trouble started brewing when we were asked if we knew what kind of tubes Trevor had inserted into his little ears last Spring. Are you kidding me? I can barely remember my name! Well...evidently there are some brands that have metal in them? Good grief! And drat...why the heck didn't I think to ask about that!
So poof went our early arrival.
And from there things just got worse.
The stress of being in the hospital must be a seizure trigger. Because Trevor just had cluster after cluster after cluster...
And then even after seven pokes by three different nurses...numbing cream...warming packs...Trevy developing a spontaneous nose bleed in his angst...and every nursing trick in the book we were finally sent home. MRI-less. The could not get the IV...and therefore we could not get the MRI. Today anyway. We're rescheduled for the Tuesday before Thanksgiving.
I'm not so mad anymore. Just stinkin' exhausted. And dreading having to do this all over again in four weeks. Although I have been trying to put a positive spin on it by telling myself maybe his little brain needs this month to develop more fully? Ugh. I don't know...it just would be nice if it were already behind us!
Anyway...I'm going to plop in front of the tv now...