Nothing quite compares with cancelled brain surgery.

Or at least, cancelled for now. And I'm feeling very positive and excited because I am, very slightly, better! Slightly better coordination in my arm, slightly less dead feeling hand, slightly more touch in my fingertips. Yesterday I wasn't sure if I was imagining it; today there's an undeniable improvement.

I have become obsessed with closing my eyes and trying to identify objects with my left hand.

Also with closing my eyes and trying to touch my nose with my left forefinger.

Best done in private, really.

There's more waiting at the moment, because yesterday's MRI was a total farce.

While doing time in the waiting room (a long wait after being redirected from one hospital to another because of a malfunctioning machine), it suddenly occurred to Peter to wonder whether the dye was safe for breastfeeding. So he asked the person on duty at the desk, and she looked at him like he was from another planet. Of course.

Cool, we thought. Anyway, naturally the doctor would have thought of this before sending me for the contrast scan. (Actually the doctor is growing on me. Not cutting open my head for nothing is definitely in his favour.)

Eventually I went in for the undyed portion of the scan. Ho hum, done this before.

Then I was pulled back out of the tunnel. Was I exclusively breastfeeding, the radiographer wanted to know. Because after they put the dye in, I should know that I couldn't breastfeed for 24 hours.

Aaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrrrgggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhh.

What a boring, frustrating, stressful way to waste a day. We left home at 11, and got home after three.

So now the contrast part of the MRI is rescheduled for Friday, to give me enough time to express enough milk for 24 hours after the scan.

Fortunately, though we've not tried again with the formula but have been putting a bit of effort into getting him used to bottles of expressed milk, Stephen has pretty much got the hang of bottles now. He isn't in a very good mood after feeding, but at least he won't starve.