Maddie is having an MRI tomorrow morning. Nothing serious at all, Maddie just has spastic movements in her body that cause her to rock. Her doctor just wants to see if there is an explanation for it. . .probably not. . .but an MRI might catch something that we can't see otherwise. I have been waiting as long as possible to tell Maddie because even the sight of blood makes her cry. Today during lunch I tried to ease into the conversation as if it was small talk . . .it didn't work. In fact she was in tears for probably and hour, and is sure that the I.V. they use to help her sleep during the MRI will hurt. Through tears she says, "Mom, I hate MRI's, they are not fun, they are dumb, and Mom, I think I need to say a bad word!" Knowing exactly which bad word she was thinking I said to her, "Maddie, I think that word is probably appropriate at this time, go ahead and say it." Maddie yelled "and MRI's are STUPID!" I actually think it made her feel better. After the hour of tears Maddie came up with a great solution, "Mom, I'm going to pretend that I don't have to have an MRI tomorrow so I wont worry about it for the rest of the day." Poor kid, seriously how many eight year olds have ever had an MRI?? It wouldn't be a normal year for the Dinger's without at least one trip to the hospital. 2009 didn't disappoint.
