Today, I discovered something about myself. I realized that I am not as weathered and tough as I thought I was. This morning, Niklas had his first MRI and, to be honest, I don't really know what the difference is between an MRI and a CAT scan. I used to be the Cliff Claven of prematurity terminology, but thankfully I have moved on. The last time we visited neurosurgery he had a CAT scan. He drank a little bit of syrup and after about 10 minutes started acting drunk and then just went to sleep. I expected today to be the same.
From the moment we entered the hospital, Niklas started acting suspicious of everyone. Once he was presented with the hospital gown he was supposed to wear, he started to get upset. Just like previous visits, the nurse gave him some sort of sedative. This time, however, they waited only a few minutes before taking him back to the MRI room. I did not realize that they were going to give him laughing gas and and a breathing tube, but I am a seasoned veteran and I just rolled with the punches. That is, until I had to restrain my totally frightened 2 year hold son while a gas mask was held to his face. He cried and cried until finally his eyes rolled back into his head and he went to sleep. The staff told me that they would take care of him and that it was time for me to leave. It took every ounce of energy for me to not break down crying right then and there. I have been through 3 months of 3 kids in the NICU and a handful of brain surgeries and this, for some reason, was so difficult for me. By the way Dad, Niklas wanted Grandpa when he started to get scared.
Nonetheless, we will not get any feedback on the pictures until Tuesday. Until then, here are some pictures of our 5 day trip up to Cadillac. We basically spent the entire weekend on the pontoon boat, and the kids couldn't get enough of driving it. Thanks to my Mom and Dad for getting the kids up each day and letting Greta and I sleep unit 8:00 (that's like noon to the unmarried). Pontooning is the life.