I have to say what I didn't expect is that this would be one of the most nerve racking things I've ever been through. And after Colin and I witnessed them hooking up an IV and knocking Jude out instantly with that magical white fluid, we waited impatiently, wandering the halls, fidgeting in our chairs, leafing mindlessly through magazines, etc.. I found myself staring at the luminary bags they had placed in the waiting room - bags that one could buy for $5 in memory or honor of someone. Bags that said things like "Karen, who fought hard" or "Jaime, a survivor". And while waiting the two hours to get Jude back, praying that he wouldn't be allergic to anesthesia, I realized that having children is like having pieces of yourself constantly outside your body. But the weird thing is, it's more than pieces of yourself, because you care so much more about them than about yourself. You would take that IV poke, that sedation, that blood draw, in an instant for them. You would take away every moment of pain, so they wouldn't have to go through that. I also realized my intense protective instinct I have for my children. And my intense love. And finally I realized, as I held my sweet boy, that this is how God feel about us - protective, loving, would lay down His life. Really, everyone should have these waiting room moments =).
Of course I took pictures (Jude loves looking at pictures of himself).
Here we are waiting for the numbing cream to take effect (so the IV stick wouldn't be felt):
More waiting.
Jude playing before his sedation.
And recovery - they had to give him more medicine in the middle of the MRI because he's "strong" as the nurse put it.
The nurses were amazing up there - falling in love immediately with Jude and informing us that they give a 50% discount to the cute kids =).Yes, we survived yesterday and Jude did great. I just hope we don't have to go up there again for a long time.
