In mid-February, Max had a scary seizure that involved a 911 call and an ambulance ride to the ER. About a month ago, he had another, much milder episode and our pediatrician thought it might be a good idea to check things out and make sure there's nothing serious going on. So we scheduled an EEG for May 2nd at 9am. We were told we had to get Max up at 4 in the morning to be sure he was sufficiently "sleep deprived" to make the appointment work - they need readings while he's "awake", "drowsy", and "asleep", and apparently the moment between awake and asleep is the most important.
So I set a 4am alarm and snuck into the room to steal him out of his crib without waking the others. Then we went to the living room to play and watch tv until it was time to go at 8. Then we bundled into the car and down to the hospital. Max seemed to do fine until we got off the elevator. He fussed a bit, and then, just as we walked into the sleep study lab, he let loose wailing and wouldn't stop. The technician tried to cover his head in electrodes, but he was having none of it, writhing around and ripping them out. Even with both Mommy and Daddy holding him down, he managed to fight off the tech, who said he hadn't been "beaten" by a kid in a long time.
We took him outside and calmed him down and the tech suggested that we just not put him through it that day. And so we packed him back up and went home with nothing to show for it but red, splotchy baby cheeks and goopy hair filled with electrode-conducting jelly.
Here's Caroline's latest no-no. We really need a rock wall for that child. Or maybe a helmet.
This is how Daniel eats Cheerios - by the "handful".
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