I swear this is not going to become a daddyblogging site. Certain things have just taken on an… urgency… over the last week or so, and it’s hard to focus on much else. And so it was today.
We got a call at around nine this morning from Baxter Hospital, where Clancy works and where Lain was delivered. Something they noticed that seemed innocuous the day before was discussed with a specialist. As a result, we were to report to Noxon, Umatilla, a roughly four hours drive. There was a specialist that needed to do an ultrasound and determine whether there were problems with Lain’s heart.
In the grand scheme of things, it’s not such a bad thing not to know that there is such a thing as a pediatric cardiologist. Turns out that there is, and he very much wanted to take a look. If one thing lead to another, we’d be going out to Cascadia within days and she’d be having surgery.
On the bright side, I’m lazy. I hadn’t unpacked from our hospital stay, and as luck had it neither of us wore most of the clothes that we had packed for that stay (I was going home to let the dog out and showered/changed when there, Clancy wore hospital attire until the last day). So we got everything packed in somewhat short order and we were on our way. The trip took a little bit longer than expected because it involved a breastfeeding break tucked away behind the fire station of a tiny little town (town population 300, county population 3,000). I also needed a restroom break, some coffee, and a bit of time not to undergo a mental breakdown at the thought that Lain might have been born with a weak heart.
The test turned out great. Or, in this case, “the results were entirely normal.” No trip back to Zaulem. We will be heading out to Summit in a few days to check on some looseness in her hip (not uncommon for babies that were stuck in the womb the way that Clancy was stuck in the womb). We ended up staying the night here due to weather concerns. Tomorrow we return to Callie, Clancy has her staples removed, and Lain gets a weight and color check.