Vanderbilt Day 2

Will woke up bright and early. He pronounced his tummy hungry and we sadly told him he couldn't have anything until after his MRI. Poor little lamb. We tried to keep him happy but pretty unsuccessfully. Patrick being the amazing patient Daddy that he is took Will on walk after walk after walk around our area, all the while wearing dress shoes. We still had no clean clothes at this point and looked like a funny pair. He was wearing a button-up dress shirt, slacks, and dress shoes. I was wearing painting clothes. Yes. We looked like a match made in heaven.

Will was to say the least a handful. He was bored, exhausted from the previous day's seizures, hungry, and drugged up on medicine that is known to make kids aggressive and hard to control. It literally took both of us non-stop to keep him from hurting himself, us or just running around crazy. Finally, finally he fell asleep.

Mom, Joe, Brett, and my sweet baby came to see us. They brought clean clothes of others to us because ours were packed up in a moving truck somewhere. We were still very grateful to be able to change. Someone mentioned that Patrick no longer looked like Will's Dad but his brother after he had changed into some clothes of Brett's. Joe and Patrick gave Will a blessing. I held sweet baby Jack. We visited for only a few minutes when they came and told us they were ready to do the MRI. Aunt Marsha and Uncle Mike dropped in to see us which was a pleasant surprise. A few hours later we finally had the MRI done thanks to a huge scheduling screw up.

We were so happy to finally get to eat something and not keep Will happy and under control. We thought he would sleep and be happy after he woke up from the anesthesia. WRONG. BIG TIME. He was mad as a wet hornet when he woke up. He downed some juice, demanded more, and then threw it up. He finally calmed down. He ate some dinner. We gave him a bath in the sink and he was finally happy. He fell asleep around 9. And we weren't far behind him.

I gained a lot more respect and admiration for parents who have to deal with this sort of stuff all the time. It takes so much energy and patience and after only 24 hours I was exhausted mentally and physically.