Konny's MRI

Although Konnor is 3 yrs old now, there is still enough of a gross motor issue to cause some concern.  He's made HUGE strides with PT.  He's falling much less, running a lot more and even tackling the front two steps on his own!  His core and neck strength haven't shown as much improvement.

We've seen a developmental pediatrician who ordered some blood work for quite frankly a very scary condition.  After receiving her report in the mail, I was a bit shaken, but I went into Konny's room and prayed over him before I went to bed that night.  Especially considering how uncertain the first part of his pregnancy was, I know God gave us him for a reason.  After that night, I didn't have a touch of anxiety over the blood work, even though it was a 3 wk wait to get the results...which were negative!  God is good!

The next step was an MRI, which they scheduled quite quickly!  Maybe so we wouldn't have time to over think it, get scared and back out.  After a lengthy discussion though, Eric and I knew it was a necessary step.

The staff at the hospital was great.  There was even a person who was there specifically to play with and distract the kids during procedures.  Konnor used his IV arm like it was a transformer gun.

We were able to stay with him until he was sedated.  It was comforting being with him the entire time (other times he's had anesthesia, we had to hand him over to a stranger as he cried), but slightly unnerving and I nearly had a moment as he drifted off.

Afterwards, they allowed him to sleep it off, have a drink and then let us head home.  It took most of the day!

As we were leaving the hospital, he saw a bird feeder and thought we should have one.  So I picked up a feeder and some seed while Kelton was at soccer that evening.

*There is nothing wrong with his arm.  The nurses let him bring home the IV board, so he could still have his transformer gun.

Before bed, he requested ice cream.  How could we say no??

Thankfully, the MRI was normal.  Such a relief, but still leaves the question as to what the issue could be.  The Dr is supposed to be calling about more testing and I although I'm feeling weary, I know she won't drag it into the ground.  She said in the beginning that it's possible there is no diagnosis.   At least for now, I know it's important to keep looking because we are his parents, his biggest advocates and cheerleaders and it's our responsibility to give him the best start in life we possibly can.