My daughter is so brave.
We entered the Mayo Clinic’s St. Mary’s hospital early Monday morning. We rode the shuttle from the hotel with a suitcase, a purse of toys, an iPad and a giant stuffed cucumber. We were admitted and taken back, past the oil-painted nuns,up the east elevators and to the prepping room in Joseph. She was anxious and edgy, but we made it through the waiting. She did try to escape a few times, but we made it.
She has had two other MRI’s, both with sedation, but I doubt she remembers them or if she does, I doubt she correlated those experiences with this one. I wonder what she thought as we forced her to change clothes and refused her her red shoes with polka dots. I made promises to stay with her until she was asleep and to be there when she wakes, but how comforting does she find that? I told her they were going to help her take a nap with medicine that would give her wonderful dreams like Alice in Wonderland with smoking caterpillars and vanishing cats, but she only anxiously hummed as she was wheeled down the chilled labyrinth corridors. Not having eaten, she begged me for dum dums and red apples, and I promised her all of those as soon as she woke from her nap, never knowing if there were red apples at hospital.
St. Mary’s was incredibly accommodating, allowing me back during sedation. They cooed over her iPad case and polka dotted shoes (which they decided to let her wear). She resisted the mask but once on, quickly breathed her way into a deep sleep.
We were told to expect to wait three to four hours, but after getting a pager and eating lunch and moving rooms, after two pages to the desk for phone calls from nurses and finding the monitor to watch her progress and borrowing a joke from the jar with her brother, it took no time at all.
She was restless but mostly drowsy. The sedation hung heavy around her, clinging to her flesh. Moments after I told her I was there, she surcommbed to the drugs and drifted back into the fog. Her head was bandaged, an attempt to protect the EEG leads. I knew they would be there but wasn’t prepared for how terribly tragic it would actually look. Her entire head was bandaged, her lips pale and trembling, her skin frigid to touch. On occasion, one eye would part and aimlessly roam the room before shutting again, only to let the other eye repeat the action a few minutes later.
She continued to kick the heated blankets off, but her body trembled mercilessly. “Her temperature was down to 35 (95 Fahrenheit) when they brought her out, so we’re trying to keep the blankets on her,” a nurse informed me.
Not only had her temperature dropped unexpectedly low, but so had her heart rate. With all of her sedations, there has never been a complication. I remained perfectly calm, as I held her hand and spoke with the nurses, but my heart thudded against my sternum. A cardiologist was called in. He had already come by a few times to check on her, and continued to monitor her by phone. One thing I have learned about the Mayo, there is never time for a patient to want. Phone calls and texts are made as soon as a need arrives, expected or not. Even though her heart rate was increasing (it was up to 50 by the time I arrived), the beat was irregular. By the time the decision was made for an EKG, Savannah was awake and irritated. She tugged at her finger monitor, grasped at her I.V. and clawed at her bandaged head, fighting to sit up with an animalistic whine.
It was a nursing student from Indiana, interning at Mayo, who had the brilliant idea to fetch an iPad. I wish I was better with names. I wish I could thank her properly. I wish I could give her the credit she’s due. I can, however, be thankful that Savannah’s MRI occurred during her ten weeks with Mayo.
Drowsily, Savannah pushed the nursing student out of the way and began to rummage through the apps. She fussed and hummed and distractedly swatted at the EKG tech, like a bothersome bug, but she sat through the EKG focused on an app, except for the occasional disgruntled look.
With her finger monitor removed, a team of nurses and the iPad still on her lap, we headed up the elevators, back through the labyrinth, down to Francis and our new room for the next twenty-four to forty-eight hours. She had done it. Savannah had made it through the MRI, not fully understanding, at least I don’t believe she fully understood, it was just the beginning.