The Big H part 2

We woke up at 5am to go to the hospital. Almost exactly 5 months earlier we had woken up at the same time to go get Jesse. This time it was our baby that would be sedated and my nerves were a little on edge. She couldn't eat or drink anything past midnight and I was prepared to have a screaming baby ALL the way there. We waited till the last possible second to put her in her car seat and hoped that she would sleep till we got there. Half way there I heard her talking to herself and and she sounded happy. She stayed happy even while we were filling out paperwork. It seemed to make it even harder, seeing her smile and wondering if we were making the right decisions.

We were with the receptionist/office asst. going over documents and signing forms to allow them to preform the MRI when she started going over the insurance information. She handed us a form that showed us what we needed to pay that day, what insurance covered, total procedure cost, and a bunch of other numbers. We didn't see our portion to pay and asked where that number was. She took it back and circled the number that read.... $1000.

Ronald quickly said $1000 for the procedure?

"No....that's what you owe today"

Ronald being a numbers guy asked to see the numbers again.

We saw that the total procedure is $5000.

She asked how we would be paying and I almost said...

"Do you take $1000 bills?"

Ron handed her the credit card...looked at me...and I think meant to just mouth it....but said fairly loudly....

"#$%&"

I hit his leg and smiled at the nurse that had just walked up behind us to take us all back.

On a side note.....Ron would have paid $10,000 for our health for the test. It just was a little surprising they wanted $1000 that day!!

We all walk to the back and they put us in a little curtain room. They come in and ask a ton more questions that we have already answered. I start to feel myself wanting to tear up.

We get her into her hospital gown and she is just as happy as can be. We weren't allowed to go back with her so we said our goodbyes. I didn't tear up too bad and Ronald was strong for me I think. She looked so tiny as they rolled her off in the big bed.

My sister and dad came up and they were a great distraction. They said it would take about 2 hours, but that came and went. Time started really going slowly....

2 and half hours later they came out and said everything was fine and she was sleeping. They came back 10 minutes later to tell us she was awake and we could come see her.

She was crying very weird and they said it was from the tube down her throat. She wouldn't able to make out objects and they said she would be feeling weird and that she would be upset for a while. We held her and held her...and finally when I sang our songs that she knows...she calmed down.

We were discharged and Ron had a very important 3 day meeting that he had left temporarily for the MRI that he had to drive back to. I kept reassuring him that we would be fine and then he started to tear up. I think all the anxiousness had caught up to him.

My dad takes us home and she is very sleepy all day. I was so happy she was alright and she wasn't acting different than normal.

The dr is on vacation and he is the only one allowed to translate the findings. His nurse was not supposed to tell us anything, but knowing our anxiousness she told Ron that she believed there was no attachment. That was a big relief even though it was not official.

We will continue to monitor it and look for it to start going away at 9 months. If it does not,then we will need to possibly have it removed at some point.

Sometimes I look at it and it reminds me of just how blessed we are that it does not cause her pain of interfere with her health.