What a Friday! Luke did remarkably well this morning and I attribute that to my stellar parenting 🙂 Actually, I had little to do with it. I’m gonna have to give credit to you people. Thanks a mil.
We arrived at the hospital at 7:30, and the MRI began around 9:15, about 15 minutes late. In my book, not too bad for a busy Friday morning. It was a zoo up there.
A newfound friend and fellow NICU graduate x2, Kelli, sat with me this morning. We met by way of some pretty crazy circumstances which I like to call providence. K – I can’t thank you enough for coming up to sit with me while I waited. Those two hours flew by and I was so inspired to keep plugging along on the roller coaster. Danke.
Luke has been pretty out of it today. Alert, but slightly cranky. Raspy voice (they had to put a tube down his throat because he was sedated during the procedure) and not great at nursing. We’ll get back at it tomorrow. He did, however, steal the hearts of all who met him today. The prom dates are already lining up for 2025.
By all accounts, we are cautiously optimistic. The initial “unofficial” results look promising. But, we won’t have the full report until December 7 when we meet with the neurosurgeon. All I know is that we have a freakin’ truckload of things to be thankful for this year. I’m not complaining, especially after seeing the potpourri of children in the recovery room with us.
In other surgical news, my 86yo grandmother fell on Wednesday, broke a hip and underwent surgery today. She’s not faring quite as well as Master Luke. It looks like she won’t be able to live in her house by herself and thus begins a new phase of life on the other end of the spectrum. Sigh. Granny, we love you. I know you have no idea what a blog is and sometimes forget that I’m your granddaughter…but I love you just the same. We’re praying for you.
Y’all make it a great weekend. We’ll catch back up with the gang on Monday!