I began to panic late Sunday night. Labor Day would be Mark’s only weekday off till Thanksgiving, by which time Smudge might be here. Time is running out for our family of 3 to spend time together as a family of 3! At about, oh, 2:00 in the morning I insisted to Mark that we do something fantastic to celebrate the holiday. Good man that he is, he acknowledged he didn’t understand my concern but that we’d do whatever I wanted.

I forgot that our greater metropolitan area does NOT know how to do holidays. When I checked yesterday morning, I learned all events were done on Saturday or Sunday; nothing special to go to on Labor Day itself. I should have remembered from the 4th of July…no matter what day the 4th is, activities are always done on the Sunday closest to the holiday. Dumb.

Mark suggested that we go downtown to the fountain plaza, let the Menininho run around and get wet, then walk through the plaza together and grab some dinner. It wasn’t the grand day out I’d envisioned, but it was a blast!

M. was not shy about running into the fountains at ALL. I loved watching him laugh as the water shot higher and higher. When we first arrived, there were a handful of other small kids around, each manning their own water spout. After a while though, a bunch of older kids came by. One, who looked to be about 8, came and sat on the spout the Menininho was playing in so that he could not play anymore. When M. tried to share another boy’s spout, that kid hit him in the stomach. Yes, I told that kid off. Seriously! Where are these kids’ parents? Yes, kids will be kids, but it’s a parent’s job to teach their children to be mindful of others, especially babies.



Anyway, we left soon after that because I was afraid M. would get hurt more. We had a great walk through all the little shops and restaurants of the city. Basically every place was closed for the holiday, so Mark had to do some research to find a restaurant for dinner. He was actually able to find a Mexican restaurant that did gluten-free. The food was really pretty good so I’m sure we’ll be heading back there again!

We finished up the evening chasing the Menininho around the living room and trying to narrow down nursery themes.

What did you do for labor day? Those of you with more than one child, did you freak out about spending more family time together before the 2nd child was born?

Remember that incident I had last Sunday where I ended up in the ER for 5 hours? Well, the pain has happened again twice since then, the most recent being yesterday just before my end-of-2nd-trimester echocardiogram. As per the other two times, the pain hit me hard and fast. I had to stop every few feet to try to breathe and my eyes welled up with tears.

You might think that if you’re ever going to get sick, the hospital would be the place to do it. Not always. I managed to get out a few words to the receptionist about what was going on and how I needed my abdomen checked right away, and she totally argued with me and sent me into the hall to wait the 20 minutes until my exact appointment time. When I finally did get my echo, the tech was unable to find my descending aorta (not a surprise, given I’m almost 7 months pregnant).

I decided I should mention the pain recurrence to the Marfan clinic’s head nurse, since the cardiologist is still out of town. She looked through my echo reports and told me I probably wasn’t having a dissection but that I should call my OB right away and that she would send over information to my cardiologist. She’s great like that

I left a message for the high-risk clinic nurse and took Menininho home (we’d been at the hospital all day, between his audiologist appointment and my echo). Within an hour, this had happened:
- The OB nurse called me, got information, and paged my OB
- The OB paged my cardiologist
- Cardiologist paged the head of radiology
- OB nurse told me to come to labor and delivery
- The Marfan clinic coordinator called to tell me I’d probably be getting an MRI at the main hospital first (since any ultrasound/echo is bound to be inconclusive at this stage in pregnancy)
- Radiology did some shifting around with their schedule
- I dropped off the Menininho at my friend Stacey’s place, who was kind enough to watch him for me, then drove to Mark’s office so he could accompany me to the hospital
- The clinic coordinator confirmed I’d be getting an MRI and that she’d be waiting for me in her office to personally escort me to the test.

Basically, several departments came together to make sure I got the tests I needed in the way that would be safest for the baby. It would have been easy for them to 1) send me to the ER, where I would have had to get a CT, thereby exposing Smudge to lots of radiation, or 2) just ignore my pain, especially seeing as my cardiologist is out of state right now. I was moved to the head of the line so the personnel needed to be SURE my aorta was fine would be present. In fact, some of these people should have been home for the evening by the time I made it to the hospital, but they stayed with Mark & me the entire time. What could have been a really, really scary situation was made a lot less so thanks to them.

Even the MRI was set up to be easy. Because I’m claustrophobic, the doctors only ran one test at a time, pulled me out of the machine, read the scans, then decided if another test was necessary. Yes, the process took a little longer but I was grateful someone had had that idea because it made me feel a whole lot better since I obviously couldn’t pop a couple xanax.

When Mark and I were summoned into the back room after the tests were completed and offered seats, we feared the worst. We both had assumed I’d get a “You’re good to go. Go change your clothes and head to labor & delivery” and that’d be the end of the that. Turns out that everyone just really, really loves MRI baby pictures! “If you have to go through an MRI while pregnant, you might as well be allowed to enjoy all the awesome pictures,” the radiologist said. He then went through picture by picture and showed us not only my anatomy (first time I’ve seen my hernia!), but Smudge’s as well. It was incredibly neat! I wish I had copies of the pictures to show everyone.

By that point it was nearing 8:00 and the team at labor & delivery was awaiting us. We thanked everyone profusely and headed over there for some more monitoring. Luckily we only had to stay about an hour because the MRI had ruled out any problems with the placenta.

Final verdict: “You’re an, um, complicated patient. And babies do weird things to your insides. So…uh…let’s just hope this never happens again!”

And I am definitely fine with that diagnosis. Having ruled out anything that will kill me or Smudge I am content to just suck up the pain from now till his birth day. All I ask of him is that he doesn’t pull any other stunts: the swelling, contractions, and now this mystery pain have been MORE than generous of him.

I’ve also never been more grateful and impressed with my hospital and medical team than I was tonight. It is clear to me that this is a clinic that cares deeply about their patients as people and Mark and I are so appreciative of that. What could have been a really scary evening was made much less so because of the time and attention these medical professionals put into everything.