He slept almost the whole way to Lynchburg (but Grandma Rita rode in the back with him just in case he had a hunger meltdown) and stayed relatively calm for a bit while we waited. Once they finally called us back (before another patient waiting, I think they were tired of listening to him cry), things went okay and after a bit, he finally calmed down. The tech was having a hard time seeing what she needed to see due to excess gas in his belly (geez, we knew he was gassy, but apparently today, thanks to the crying, it was worse!) and had to get another tech to help. They even tried giving him sugar water to calm him as well as to help them see things moving through his stomach but he was not having that sugar water. I even resorted to pulling the medicine dropper out of the first aid kit in my diaper bag (see, carrying everything including the kitchen sink pays off) and we *thought* he was drinking it, but when we picked him up, we realized he had been letting it dribble out of the corner of his mouth. Finally, the doctor said that he had a clear enough picture and we were done. (Of course, they couldn't tell us what they saw, we have to wait for the radiologist to read it, and then send the results to his pediatrician...ugh!)
I redressed him, picked him up off the table and he cuddled right to me. The tech walked us out, and he kept his eye on her the whole time...I think he was afraid she'd start torturing him again! I fed him right away, and he ate like he had never eaten before then fell asleep and slept the whole way back to Bedford. I'll let you know what the results are when we find out, but for now, enjoy some "Vintage Kemper" pics!
See his racoon eyes from the bili lights? 
Newborn Kemper with Grandma Rita
Precious boy
With Dr. Martin who delivered him
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