Something wasn't right with Nick's brain. As a mom, I knew that. And so, a year and a half ago, after Nick had an episode where he zoned out and lost all color, I took him to our primary care physician . . . who told me it was no big deal. And a few months ago, when he slept for seventeen hours, I took him to the developmental pediatrician . . . who told me not to bother going to a neurologist.
But I knew they were stupid, so I decided to drag Nick to the neuro anyway.
Last Friday he had an EEG. It was a special kind of hell. His arms were pinned to his sides, and he was wrapped up tightly so that he could not free his limbs to fight. Then the long, long process of prepping for the EEG began. The tech took tons of head measurements, which Nick so did not love keeping his head still for, then he put goo in the places he'd marked with a Sharpie while doing his measurements, and then he finally put the electrodes on. Nick screamed a deafening scream the entire time, and I held him tightly to keep him still enough for all the things the tech had to do.
He passed out in exhaustion when we got home--poor little dude.
Today we got the results of the EEG: "moderately abnormal." So, yes, there is definitely something going on in my little man's brain. I'm excited to know it for certain, to have medical evidence back up my hunch. I'm also glad to know that I didn't torture my child for nothing.
So now we'll see the neuro again, and I'll learn all about a new field of medicine. I swear I might has well as gone to med school for all I've learned through my boys' challenges :)
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