Adoption = Brain Scan, No Cats: Part Two
Tomorrow morning we head to the neurologist.
We’re asking for an MRI, which is what the pediatrician originally ordered, but insurance required a CT scan first.
Sure, let’s give the kid more radiation than she needs.
CT scan, check. All parts of her brain exist. So glad we cleared that up.
Then insurance wanted a second opinion before approving, so we’re off to see the wizard.
We’ve seen this neurologist before, two years ago. At the time, our girl was underweight and they didn’t want to sedate her for an MRI, so they just ordered speech and occupational therapy to address obvious deficiencies.
After a year and a half of OT and two of speech, her emotional and social intelligence are still far behind her brother, who’s two years younger. Obviously, past trauma comes into play, but we want to make sure nothing’s been overlooked. We don’t want to find out, ten years from now, that there were a bunch of missed connections or parts of her brain not working right, and we didn’t catch it. Hoping the MRI will give us some insight.
And hoping that insurance will let us get it done, already.