Well we had the MRI on Tuesday. And they found.... Nothing. His brain is totally ok. I am relieved and frustrated at the same time. Relieved because if there had been a problem, I don't know if we could have afforded to fix it. But frustrated because we are back at square one. He seems to be getting better each day though. So it is a good thing.
This morning we were at Bob Evans, my husband, Little Man, and I (Nana Banana was at Oma's) and there was a little boy who was in a wheel chair, and he had a lot of problems. I wanted to cry. I felt bad for thinking "at least we don't have it that bad." And then I felt guilty for thinking that because that little boy is a blessing. I know the last thing I would want anyone thinking about Little Man is that.
So now we go back to just having PT and I don't know where we go from here.