The EEG

I’ll catch up on Halloween tomorrow, but today I’d like to point out how brave our little “risk-taker” (a title he earned in his school last year) can be.
We’re trying out a new neurologist for Coco and his first appointment was today.
Part of the appointment was an EEG. The first (and only) time he’d had one done before today, he was asleep.
An EEG doesn’t hurt, but 25 or so wires get stuck onto your head with a pasty glue and then you have to sit still for about half an hour. Let me remind you that Coco is three years old.
He started freaking out as the technician put the wires onto his head and was crying quite severely by the time she was done – but not thrashing or hitting, thankfully. Then he needed to quiet down for her to do the actual test.
And here’s the amazing part.
We told him he needed to be calm and close his eyes, and he did.
Calmed himself right down.
His body still did that jerky thing bodies do when they are busy stifling tears and sniffs, but the sniffing subsided eventually, until he had everyone fooled into thinking he was asleep.
Once we relaxed our guard, his eyes opened up and he said, “I ‘nna be be done.”
We told him it wasn’t much longer – the classic parental lie which Madge understands how to use as well (she was along and behaved grandly, as only an experience big sister can).
And soon he was genuinely asleep. Snoring, even.
Love that guy.

Later, he said he didn’t like “the doctor,” but he liked “the girl.”
In adult terms, “the doctor” was the EEG technician, “the girl” was the neurologist. So I think she’s who we will continue seeing.