It was strange to drop G-Man off at daycare without his brother, even stranger to only have my E-Dude in the car. He and I talked the whole way to the hospital. I figured if I prepared him for what was going on he might be more relaxed about it. I told him we were going to the hospital to see the doctor. The doctor was going to put stickers on his head that would talk to his brain. And it was called an EEG. I had him repeat EEG and yes, we also said the technical term. :)
He was a bit apprehensive of the vastness of the hospital, but mommy and daddy snuggles kept that under control. The technician guided us through the steps he would take and E-Dude sat perfectly still while he got his head markered and stickered. He got a little scared after his head was wrapped, but that was right about the time for mom to crawl into bed with him and hope he would take a nap so his brain could be properly mapped.
Amazingly, he conked out quickly and didn't get upset until we were finished with the test. The combination of grogginess and uncertainty got to him and he clung to my neck. I remarked to my husband that I knew what E-Dude's stuffed bear must feel like with the little death grip holding on tightly.
We won't get results for a week, but I am so proud of my little guy. Amazed at his resilience and strength. I am glad we got him in for testing and hope that it is smooth sailing on this front.