Malachi's MRI is going to take two hours. John's in the room with him holding his hand. I can't be there because of the pregnancy, but I don't know that I'd want to be there right now. I started crying when his head was being strapped in, the technician asked if I was ok. I had my back to him and nodded, I'm not going to cry on his shoulder. I might not have been the best patient's mom, but I wasn't all that impressed with him. In his defense he did try to calm Malachi down when he thought there was going to be a shot. Malachi just wasn't accepting it.
I'm so thankful for a good friend who is willing to come sit with me. Yesterday when talking to a (different) friend I told her that I felt like there was a lot of pressure (metaphoric) building up in me and that I felt like I could blow at any minute.It would be really bad if that happened while I was in the cafe at the hospital.
I'll let everyone know how our day goes tonight. Have a good Saturday all.