Henry's 2nd M.R.I.

I hate doing this!

It is so hard on Hank.

He has to fast FOREVER(10 hrs which ended up being around 20 b/c it's through the night)!

I had to lock him in his high chair in the morning while we got ready so he wouldn't steal a drink, or any food. The poor thing just kept lunging at the faucets.

Then when we get there we have to wait forever(they were running late so we had to wait an hour and 40 mins longer) before he can go into the M.R.I.!

Then the M.R.I. takes FOREVER(2 hours)!If we hadn't had Layla to distract us I think I would have lost it.

Well, Lays and Dora! We heard some other kid watching it but couldn't find the right channel so Layla and I went "through the curtain" which is generally frowned upon and got the channel info from them. It put our starving little Henry in a nice little T.V. coma while we waited,

and waited,

and waited.

Then we had to wait without him.

While we still had Hank with us we all fasted with him, so once he was gone

I bet you can guess what Tom and Lays did.

They left me in the waiting room and came back with chips, pop, and a giant milkshake!
Healthy!

This is when we F-I-N-A-L-L-Y

got him back.

I LOVE this part.

We fed him a popsicle and then, of course, I had packed him a banana so he downed that.

The rest of the day he was super tired, and groggy so the two of us just hung out on the couch all day. 

Later on that night I was starting to get worried that Hen was still so lethargic, so I asked Tom to get me the "Duo tang" the nurse had given me so I could check the list of warning signs. Well after almost 11 years of marriage Tom discovered another "Canadian" word. I guess Americans call everything a "folder" even if they have the little silver clipies in them. He thought it was so funny, and just had to text our friend Nate immediately. Americans! I ask you?