Sam's a Champ!

Samantha was such a cool cucumber this morning.  We woke her up at 5:15 am, dragged her to the car still in her jammies, and she chattered all the way to the hospital.  "Go Cars Go!", "Wow, dark!", "Fun, dark!", etc.  She talked away with the anesthesiologist, the nurses, the radiologist, and everyone who slowed down to say "hi". 

She was in such good spirits that we decided, with the anesthesiologist, not to give her the sedative they give most of the kids before putting them under.  Then, we went to put the mask on.  I felt so terrible... she was crying and screaming "no, all done!" through the mask as the gas put her down.  She woke up really upset and screaming, as opposed to the nice, gradual awakening the kids have with the sedative.  We may revisit this decision at next year's MRI.  Oh, well, we live and learn.  It seemed wise to use as little medication as necessary.

Anyway, we were home by about noon, and she was in high spirits by about 3 pm.  As I type, she's in the living room wrestling with Daddy. 

Thanks to the many people who prayed for little Sam, and for all the emails of support!  We should hear the results at Sam's neurology appointment on August 20, and we'll keep the site up to date with the latest.

Here's the "After" picture.  None the worse for wear!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

And a bonus shot of li'l sis (oh, and Daddy, too).