We went to Children's Hospital yesterday for an "urgent" MRI. We went into Radiology to get ready for the MRI. There was an nurse there who tried her absolute hardest to keep Evelyn still to avoid anesthesia. No luck. Evelyn was insisting on moving. As we were waiting for the anesthesiologist, Lexie's partner Becky (who happens to work in Radiology) came by to say hi. I honestly can't even put into words how comforting it was to see a familiar face. It also reaffirms my belief that Lexie and I shared that crappy perinatal experience because we were meant to be in each other's lives. So, we finally get Evelyn into the machine around 1:00. Two things - 1) MRI's are really, really, really loud. I had no idea and 2) We weren't allowed to be there for the anesthesia which, in retrospect, was a good thing. I'm not sure I could take seeing her go under. They gave us this little pager thing like you'd get in a restaurant and said they'd page us when she was out of recovery. We got a quick bite and went back to the waiting room. Becky came out and brought us back. She was able to get information from the radiologist so we knew right way that it was good news (again, I can't explain how wonderful it was to have Becky there - we owe her a night of free beer).
Because Evelyn is so young gestationally, we had to stay for a 24-hour observation period to make sure she didn't have any side effects from the anesthesia. Mostly they were looking for apnea...more on that later. We got sent up to another more general department to get our room for the night. After some basic check-in stuff, Greg and Clara left to go pick up Alex and go home while I settled in with Evelyn. So, the radiology department was absolutely fantastic. Every person we encountered there was kind, compassionate, and went out of their way to help us. The folks on the more general medicine floor, however, appeared to be organized by a bunch of monkeys. We've been very lucky that since November we've had excellent nursing and other medical staff care. It's amazing how lucky we got with all our nursing care. Nurses are so important to your experience in a hospital - much more so than the doctors because you really build a relationship with your nurse. You look to your doctor for information and news, but you look to your nurse for support and advocacy. We've been so pleased. Now, that being said, last night was an exception. We've only had a problem with 3 of our providers: 1) weird affect nurse lady who asks questions, completely ignores the response, and then looks at you like you're crazy, 2) dangerous nurse lady who walks around the NICU wreaking havoc on tiny little babies fighting for their lives, and 3) dumb as rocks nurse lady we got during the night shift last night. Just a taste...she comes in during the night to check on Evelyn. She has the door wide open to let in light, she opens the bathroom door to get more light, she then shines a flashlight in her face. Evelyn (unsurprisingly) wakes up. Nurse Dumb-as-Rocks says, "Oh she's awake. She must be hungry." And she does this TWICE! Greg suggested I find where she lives, shine a flashlight in her face, and when she wakes up say, "Are you hungry?" Anyway, I have lots more dumb nurse stories to tell but I'll stop there.
Okay, moving on....they had Evelyn hooked up to a crappy pulse oximeter that was making her look like she was desat-ing. Once they finally figured out the issue (at 4:00 am), they got her hooked up to a better one that also monitored her respirations. My question is - why wasn't that always hooked up to her since we were there to monitor for apnea?? Stupid monkey department.
Venting done. The really great news was that the fluid is benign. I'll quote from the report:
- No signal abnormality within the brain
- The brain appears normally formed
- No malformation of cortical development is seen
- Ventricular size is normal
- Myelination is appropriate for age
... and so on leading up to:
- Findings are consistent with benign extra-axial spaces at infancy.
She does have two small sub-dural hematomas most likely due to stretching of bridging veins. She also has a funny shaped head ala the alien from Alien due to prematurity.
This is nothing new to us. She and Clara have always had heads shaped like this. They're actually getting quite a bit better.
So now we just watch her head and follow-up as needed. Here's a picture of her brain:
All that white stuff around the brain is fluid. It looks like a lot to me, especially compared to a normal brain (below) but I'll take their word for it. Note:this picture is a different type of imaging. The only thing to really focus on is how much closer the brain is to the skull than Evelyn's is.

I guess the brain with either absorb the fluid or it'll eventually grow into the skull.
I have to say that the last 5 days have been incredibly hard, but I recognize the relative nature of this type of scare. It's hard not to after staying the night at Children's and seeing 4 year old cancer-stricken kids walking around. My issues are harder than, say, someone who's worried about constipation, but they are nowhere near as difficult as what some other parents go through. And to see the little ones really just fighting to stay alive is empowering and terrifying at the same time. My heart goes out to those families. I cannot imagine seeing any of my children go through that. It really is something very abstract until you have children and your entire life's purpose completely shifts. All you want in the world is for your baby to be okay. I couldn't shake the feeling last night that somewhere in that hospital some mother was saying goodbye to her little baby.
One more thing - the local Harley Davidson chapter came by the hospital yesterday to provide free pizza to all the families and I know it sounds weird but it just brought me to tears because it was so incredibly kind. They were so sweet and had such kindness in their eyes.
So now let's hope that Greg and I are done with these scares. I have never fallen apart into such a complete mess the way I have been since last week. I really felt like it was too much to handle. I feel like everything leading up to this has been hard, but I've maintained a sense of humor throughout the sadness. This one felt like a punch in gut and I'm so relieved to hear the word "benign" and I am so happy it came from someone I know (Becky) and I will always associate her with one of my happiest memories. So, thank you Becky.
Take care,
Kris
Getting ready to come home

At least one of us is getting sleep
Juggling two babies
Feeding one while the other sleeps
Only slightly identical :)












