I have been wanting to write down some of my thoughts about the 2nd MRI since the day it happened. At first I waited because I didn't want to be overly optimistic just in case things did not turn out the way I wanted it. And since we learned the good news I have just been overly busy with some projects (ones you will just have to wait and see!) and with work things. Anyway, there were definitely things that I wanted to share and I realize I need to do it now while it is still so fresh and while it still matters so much. So here goes...
With the first MRI I was a mess. The entire drive from our home in Sahuarita to the hospital I went back and forth between almost crying and almost throwing up. The songs on the radio were all wrong. Songs that reminded me of exactly how much I would lose if the test revealed the worst. And then, as you know, the whole MRI experience did not go as well as it should have. It broke my heart that I had spent so much time convincing My Little Reader that the MRI would not touch or hurt her only to be turned into a liar as they stuck her with an unexpected IV within the first 5 minutes of our visit. Holding onto her during the test was also heart wrenching. Standing there praying and silently begging that the test would reveal nothing. Again on the verge of either throwing up or crying. Only to have the whole test be a waste. Heart breaking. Then to be told the news that with the next MRI she would go under general anesthesia. Suddenly the test that I had promised would not hurt her was getting more and more complicated.
Fast forward a month. Yes. We had to wait a whole month for the second MRI. With school starting I was able to push that worry away for awhile. But starting the Sunday before the second MRI I was again in a constant state of begging and pleading and not sleeping. Nothing, nothing, nothing. Please be nothing. You know how the what-ifs can take over your thoughts. Well, they certainly had mine.
But, come Friday, driving into town I was not a mess. There was no urge to throw up or cry. I felt an unexpected peace and calm. The whole day was completely different from our first experience. We were given so much information and we were talked through the whole procedure by both a nurse and Dr. Esparza while My Little Reader happily played away with the toys. Dr. Esparza deserves special mention here. They call him the child whisperer and I don't doubt it for one minute. He was amazing. He sat on the exam table right next to My Little Reader and had her laughing hysterically. No fear and crying like the first time. Just see for yourself.

And when it came time, they marched on down the hallway without us. Now, if you had seen how hard the first MRI was for her and how scared she was and how upset about the poking in her arm (IV) you would know just how much of a miracle it was that she walked down the hall with that doctor and did not once look back for her mom and dad. She was off to take her test without us and she was laughing while she went. What an incredible blessing that was.
And just to show you exactly how much I knew that everything was going to turn out right this time...we didn't even sit and wait in the waiting room. Nope, we went to the cafeteria and had a snack. The peace and calm that I felt that day were proof in my heart that my little girl was going to be just fine.
Look! They were smart enough to weigh her!
A pain free blood pressure check!
Waking up happy!
Now...it did take several days to finally receive that official news...but it was the news that we had prayed so hard for! Just another reminder through the life of my little girl that prayers are answered and miracles do happen every day. I told her, though, two big miracles in such a short life, she better wait awhile to put her mommy through another one!