Looks Bad; Works Good

So yesterday's renal scan was a success! Giving God the praise!



After hearing the name of the nurse we had previously and as I was about to request a different nurse, nurse B. entered the room. I was a bit on edge and discouraged when I saw B.'s face, but those feelings quickly subsided when I realized that she was in better spirits and had a pleasant smile. She spoke nicely and was more pleasant to be around. When she took us back into the prep room, she had everything ready for Little Man, including the stabilizing board that they have used in the past but not last week for some reason. Last week Ian kept wanting to play and pull on the IV. The board helps to prevent little one's from messing with the IV and helps hold the IV more secure in a little one's arm, hand or foot.



Ian barely shed a tear during the cath, for which I was proud of him. He even was calm after he cut his "thumb sucking" thumb on his medical bracelet that was around his ankle as he played with his little toesies (Yes, one of my made up words!). He just whimpered when nurse B. cleaned his wound on his thumb.



As strong in spirit as Ian was, his poor self just couldn't handle much more and I couldn't blame him. He screamed his head off during the IV placement and the prep for the test and pretty much the whole entire test time! Screamed, kicked, and flared his limbs everywhere throughout the whole duration of the test. Well, okay not every limb, because our favorite tech sat at the foot of the table and held down Ian's feet due to the fact that Ian had the IV in one of his feet, as Scot and I tried to calm Ian down. No toy, no soothie would sooth him. No sound. No light. No puppets. Not one single person including Nurse B., the tech, the radiologist and the other tech could calm Little Man down. Little Man was angry!



Well finally with three minutes left to go for the test, Ian absolutely succumb to exhaustion of fighting, only to have the IV and catheter removed just minutes later. He woke up and made known his displeasure. He fell asleep as I nursed him and he stayed asleep. He slept as we dressed him, as we walked through out the halls, as Scot and I passed him back and forth amongst each other, as we walked to the van, placed him in his car seat, drove home, got him out of the car seat, as we spoke to the sitter, and two hours after I laid him down in his crib. And only woke up because I forced the issue with him. He even slept through the night.



Today we saw the urologist. Ian's kidney has shown some improvement! I won't get into the technical stuff and numbers because it probably wouldn't mean much to you all, but his kidney function increased by 2 %. So, after talking to the urologist and to sum up what he said, Ian does not need surgery as of now. But he still would like to see Ian because there is still concerns. He explained that Little Man's left kidney will always be larger than the right one. But function is relatively normal right now. He said that there are three categories so to speak. 1.) Looks good; works good 2.) Looks bad; works bad 3.) Looks bad; works good. Ian's is the third description. So we will do another scan is six months.



Thank you for all of your prayers!