Up And Out Early

Up early, no eats, no drinks, out the door, medicine, anesthesia, IV's, MRI, CT Scans, waiting, waiting, more waiting and soon to be a crabby little lady.

Yes, we are at the hospital again getting her scans done. Rebekah has done wonderful this morning and was even pointing to her arm ASKING for the IV. Normally (and this time too) they try to put little one out with gas in a mask before they do an IV. Rebekah is weird, she would actually prefer the IV and being poked as she hates, and I mean REALLY REALLY HATES the mask being placed on her face. It is the only part that we have to actually physically restrain her to get her to do. And then, in about 30 seconds, her eyes roll back into her head and out she goes. Mommy and daddy (and Sarah) leave the room and now the waiting begins.

We have an anasthesiologist that we have had one time before, when Rebekah was absolutely at her worst in the middle of radiation and when they put in her G-Tube. When I spoke with this doc last night on the phone and she realized who we were there was a long pause and then she admitted that she was taken aback as she never expected Rebekah to survive this long. I know it doesn't sound right but this is one of the best docs we have ever had - a doc who put everything on the line 18 months ago to provide Rebekah the best treatment FOR REBEKAH even though it might not have been text book. To this day we are greatful to this doc and have a very special place her in our hearts.

Prayers for the scan results please. We won't know anything more until next week; so I guess prayers for us too.