Aspynne Update 8-26-10

What an emotional roller coaster of a day.

We awoke this morning shortly after 5am so that we could get up, get ready and head for the hospital. Everything went smoothly getting Aspynne up at 6, dressing her in some comfy pj's, scooping up her favorite baby and heading out the door. I felt a little bad that I couldn't give her anything but a sip of water, but as any "day surgery" would have it...that's all she could have.

We arrived plenty early, got checked in and were escorted to our room. We proceeded down several long white hallways and turned the corner toward Room 23. That's where it really begin to sink in. As we walked into the room, we were greeted by a hospital "baby" bed, and the tiniest little yellow hospital gown I've ever seen. It was really sad. I have such a newfound respect for parents who have had to spend countless hours in hospitals with their little angels.

We had to wait a little over an hour before they came to get her for her MRI, and without the ability to bribe and pass time with food, but she really did well. After some Clifford and some time playing with Mommy & Daddy's shoes, it was at last, time to head downstairs to Radiology.

I went into the MRI room with Aspynne as Bob looked on from the door. I laid her down on the table, and the anesthesiologist put the mask over her face. She fought hard for a few seconds, but I held her hand, rubbed her hair, and tried to calm her down. I kept telling her that it would be alright, and to go to sleep, the whole time imagining how I'd feel if something went wrong, and I was the one telling her to just go to sleep. After a few more seconds, she got still, looked at me, and after a few more breaths and some eyelash flutters, my baby was under. Despite the tears, the anestheisologist made me leave her (meany), and Bob and I headed to the waiting room.

The staff was amazing, updating us 5 minutes into the procedure to let us know that she was doing great, again at 15 minutes, and with 5 minutes to go. I looked up, and a nurse was holding her, motioning us to come take her out in the hallway.

While I held her we were wheeled back to our room where we would wait for the anesthesia to wear off. Surprisingly, she became really angry and violent coming off the drugs, but we kept being reassured that was normal. After about 30 minutes, she was calming down, and we were being discharged!

We brought her home where she ate a big lunch (go figure), played for a while, and headed down for a nap. Bob and I headed up to church so that we could pray. We spent quite some time at the alter. I can't speak for Bob, but I prayed that God had heard our prayers. I prayed that he had healed her, and I prayed that we wouldn't see a thing on that MRI.

We went upstairs to say hi to a couple of the staff members when my phone rang. It was the pediatrician saying she had already read and received the report from the MRI, and the scan was completely normal. There was nothing absolutely NOTHING wrong in her brain. Hallelujah! Bob and I headed back downstairs to thank God for his swift response to our prayer! He is so good!

While we are back to not knowing what is causing the seizures, we do know that it is NOT one of the bad things that could be causing them. And that, my friends, is GREAT news!

Aspynne is in great spirits this evening, eating and playing well. Her poor little eyes are all red and tired, but she is so strong. She is going to be just fine.

Thank you all for your prayers and support. I have no doubt that God heard and answered our prayers.