Camille had an MRI today. The endocrinologist we've been working with wanted to see an image of her pituitary gland to make sure it's normal and functional. Daniel took her to this test, too. She really didn't want to go to this one. The last test, her growth hormone simulation test that she had a month ago, kind of shook her up. It was a hard one. It was 5 hours long, she couldn't eat beforehand or during, and they had to do an IV to give her the drug. Daniel said she fought doing the IV, but once it was in, she was fine and cheerful. She read with Daniel and watched a barbie movie. But about halfway through, she started asking when they could be done, and she was really out of it at that point because she hadn't eaten all day. Anyway, she really didn't want to go to this MRI test. She hung onto me and cried when it was time to go, and it made my heart so sad. Daniel said she was so sad all the way there and refused to get out of the car. He bribed her with new hatchimals, but then she fought super hard when they were putting in the IV for this test (it's procedure to put little kids to sleep for an MRI). They administered the drug and she fell asleep. Daniel said they thought she was asleep when she popped her head up and said, "I think I wet my pants." The rest of the test was uneventful. Daniel got to see the image, they woke her up, and Daniel brought her home. He stopped at McDonald's to get her lunch before coming home. She was so sleepy when they got here. It was adorable watching her try to eat her French fries when she could barely keep her eyes open. She didn't really say anything at all for a while after she came home, she was so out of it. So we turned on some TV for her. And so cute! Poor little thing. It's been a rough year of testing for her this year.
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