CT Scan

Sam's scan went well yesterday. We've been through enough of these types of things to predict how things will go down. And yesterday was no different.

Some form of sedation must be administered since Sam cannot be expected to hold still for the duration of the scan. This means the procedure is slightly more involved and requires an anesthesiologist. Sam tolerates anesthesia very well. Too well. I mentioned this to the doctor along with the information about his apnea getting worse when he goes in or comes out of sleep. They nodded.

"Okay," I said, "You can just come get me when he's done if you need help waking him up."

"He'll be fine, I'm sure," was the response.

Thirty minutes went by and I thought they surely must have been finished. Finally, a nurse came to me and said, "He's really having a hard time waking up. And he's having a lot of apneas."

It's funny. David and I used to spend so much time talking with doctors ahead of time to warn them of all of Sam's idiosyncrasies. We wanted to make sure they completely understood what they were getting into and, more importantly, how to get out of it. But since our advice didn't fit with their own medical learning, most of it didn't reach their brains.

So now we don't spend much time preparing the doctors. Instead we just make sure that at least one of us is there when our warnings manifest.

I used my special mommy powers to wake him up. We should have the results by early next week.