Madelyn is a morning person. Six o'clock would be like getting up 15-30 minutes earlier than she does on her own.
We kept her up about 90 minutes later than usual and then woke her up around 3:45 to go with Daddy to Grandma's. (Hey, it said she had to get up early, not me!) And right after Tom called to say he would grab Madelyn before her appointment (I was running late... it was a crazier morning with just one than with two!), I called Margaret and asked her to please wash Mad's hair.
Once upon a time, my life was under control.
Only one parent was allowed in for the procedure, which would have been nice to know since Tom took half a day off work to be there. The tech instructed that it should be the parent who could be the firmest. I waited for Tom to grandly acknowledge my rightful position, but he just looked at me blankly. I said, very tactfully (for once), "I think that's probably me." He nodded. I went.
The technician, Mary, and her trainee were gentle and friendly, lovely. I was given a mirror to hold so Madelyn could watch all the scalp cleaning, followed by gooping her up, adding electrodes and covering them with gauze.
Mary praised Mad's ability to follow directions at such a young age and talked soothingly to Mad and me about relaxing. I wonder how many more times in her life I'll get to watch her fall asleep. Not many, probably. It was beautiful and fast and completely unlike trying to get her to nap today. Within five minutes of the test starting, Mad was out. Just in time, because my arm was starting to tingle from holding her hands (both a soothing and a don't-touch-that technique).
I watched the screen the same way expectant fathers watch contraction monitors. I saw the standard brainwaves and I saw some enormous spikes. Once I saw very low waves.
Mary occasionally made marks on the screen that I couldn't read even with glasses. Sometimes for the large spikes, but occasionally for what seemed like time intervals. (There wasn't a clock in the room, so this is just a guess.) As the 20 minute test was wrapping up, she remarked that our doctor is highly skilled and efficient, and the only person to read ped results. I was pretty sure it was her secret code for telling me we'd be coming back to see him (instead of getting a call or email). Not too soon, though, because he was on vacation until the 15th. She suggested I call or email him to let him know the test had been done anyway.
Not seeing the rush, I waited to send my email until Wednesday morning.
I received a reply a few hours later. From the doctor. Who was "stuck in London," but promised to read the report right away upon his return.
Dude, I think tears welled up in my eyes again just from the memory.
This morning I opened my email to find another e-missive. The results. Three days before he returns from his vacation. Yes, I wonder how long it would have taken to get results if we hadn't switched insurance companies, too.
Yes, she had spikes. If Mad ever does have a seizure, or unprovoked fainting spell we'll need to medicate.
I responded right away to clarify... and yes, the over-excitement and cold ice cream combo counts as a provocation that negates the need for medication at this time.
It's not exactly the clean bill of health we would have loved to get, but it's enough for now.
Tom and I figured these brain spikes could be a factor in Mad's brilliance. And then we turned relief into ridiculous by