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"Alright Huntzberger, why did you have me paged to come in?" Paris asked, cornering Logan in the hallway about an hour later.
"I have a patient that I need you to check out. She came in a couple hours ago after falling out of bed, and landing on her wrist and arm. I ordered a urine test before doing x-rays and it came back pregnant. We took the extra x-ray precautions, but we don't have any information about the pregnancy, and I need to send her for an MRI, but she is very claustrophobic. I also ordered a blood draw to see if we can find out if the pregnancy maybe contributed to her falling out of bed. She said that she doesn't know if her foot got caught when she was getting out of bed, or if she tripped. It sounds like she could have blacked out for a minute or something."
"Have any of the results come back yet?"
"Just the positive urine analysis and clear x-rays. I was hoping that you could go an ultrasound for me."
"Why didn't you call the on-call OB? You pulled me away from my kids today."
"I know, and I'm sorry. But you are the best OB in the hospital, and I would rather have you than anyone else."
"You owe me Huntzberger."
"I know I do. Thank you for coming in."
"Where is the patient?"
"Room 23."
"Do you have a portable ultrasound?"
"It's already waiting in the hallway."
"At least you had the brains to be prepared."
"I know better than to cross you." Logan chuckled, following Paris to Rory's room.
"So the only injuries from the fall are her arm?"
"It looks that way. Her wrist and hand are swollen, and she said there is pain shooting from her fingers to elbow and elbow to shoulder, and that the whole side of her arm hurts."
"Any bruising? Any signs of domestic violence?"
"None."
"Have you fully checked her over for any bruising or any other signs of a possible domestic."
"She's fine."
"But did you check?"
"Paris, can you please just trust me on this one?"
"I swear Huntzberger, if this is a domestic patient and you are failing to help her, I will take your license myself!" Paris said as Logan reached for the doorknob.
"After you."
"Are you freaking kidding me?! This is a joke, right?!" Paris asked, seeing Rory and Honor sitting in the room.
"Hey Paris!" Honor smiled. "It's nice to see you again."
"Why the elaborate story Huntzberger?" Paris asked turning back to Logan with her hands on her hips.
"It wasn't a story. Rory fell out of bed, and Honor brought her here to be checked out."
"So you're telling me that your wife is pregnant, and neither of you know when it happened?"
"Paris, it's not like we've been trying, but we haven't exactly been not trying either. We haven't been back together for very long, and things have been pretty crazy, which you know just as well as we do. So please, spare us all the lecture, and just do the ultrasound. I would do it myself, except I have no idea how to determine duration." Logan told her.
"Ok . . ." Paris said with a sigh. "Rory, when was your last period that you can remember?"
"Right before Logan and I got back together. I'm sorry Paris, things have been so crazy, that I didn't even realize that I hadn't had one until today."
"How long before?"
"I finished a couple days before I got hurt at work."
"Ok, and how long after that did you sleep with Logan?"
"The next night . . . Don't you dare judge me because you slept with Doyle the same night you ran into him at speed dating, and you had never dated before that. At least Logan and I had a long history." Rory ranted as Paris folded her arms across her chest, smirking as she slowly shook her head.
"And how often in the last couple months are you having intercourse?"
"We're newlyweds Paris. You do the math!" Logan told her.
"Wow, I did NOT need to know that!" Honor laughed.
"And I'm guessing that none of this has been protected?" Paris asked.
"Hi, we're married." Logan told her.
"They're standard questions Huntzberger. And there is the possibility that Rory could be about 8 weeks. Have you been feeling sick at all?"
"Not really. A little a few times. I've mostly been tired lately, but I figured that was just from the whole insane life thing that has been going on lately."
"You're lucky! But that nightmare could still be coming. You've got plenty of time left."
"Gee, thanks!" Rory said, rolling her eyes.
"So I guess you want to see the baby then."
"Isn't it too early for that?"
"Not at all. It'll only be a tiny blob of cells, but it'll definitely be visible."
"So you'll be my doctor, right?"
"Like I would let anyone else near my best friend. Come on now!"
"So Paris, I need your advice on the MRI. Is there anything that we can give Rory to help her through it? We need to check for torn muscles and ligaments in her arm." Logan told her.
"Rory, are you sure that this creep didn't do this to you? You know that you can tell me, and I'll beat the crap out of him right now."
"He wasn't even home Paris. I was getting out of bed to go get some coffee, and let Rocky out. I was going to unpack the new house today." Rory told her.
"So what happened?"
"I don't know. I just fell head first out of bed. I don't know if my foot got caught on blankets, or if I tripped, or what happened, but the next thing I knew, I landed right on my hand, then rolled onto my arm, and it's been really hurting ever since. I couldn't even feel my fingers when it first happened."
"Yeah, that's not good. Have you called Neuro?" Paris asked, turning to look at Logan. "I'm waiting for the MRI. If we need Neuro or Ortho, we'll call them. Right now all we know is that there are no breaks or fractures. Last I checked, her blood work still wasn't back."
"What have you done for pain?"
"Doctor Johnson gave her Norco."
"Have you given me access to her records?"
"I will right now." Logan said moving to the computer and logging in.
"You said the ultrasound is in the hall?"
"It should be right outside the door."
"I shouldn't be this excited to do an ultrasound."
"But this is your best friend, which kind of makes it your baby too." Honor told her as Paris pushed the ultrasound machine into the room, and started getting it all set up.
"That is true." Paris agreed. "I'm sure that I don't need to tell you guys this, but you might not want to go telling everyone about your pregnancy until you at least get through the first trimester. I would only recommend telling immediate family. That way, just in case something happens, you don't have to go explaining to the whole world that you had a miscarriage, or whatever."
"What is the likelihood of something happening?" Rory asked.
"It's fairly common. 10-20% of pregnancies end in miscarriage, and about 80% of those happen within the first three months. The rest take place by the halfway point. Unfortunately, there is no actual cause of miscarriage, so we can't prevent it from happening. But lucky for you, you have me, and I will be closely monitoring you the entire time. I usually only do that for high risk pregnancies, but you're my best friend, so I will be all over you the entire time!"
"Thank you Paris. You are a great friend."
"Alright Paris, you have patient access." Logan told her.
"Thank you. Alright Rory, let's find out how far along you are.
"Skootch over a little bit." Logan said taking a seat on the bed next to Rory, sliding his arm around her.
"Are you guys excited?" Honor asked.
"Just a little bit." Logan admitted.
"I hope that you realize how lucky you are to not only be a doctor, but also to be my friend, because most patients have to wait until at least 12 weeks for this." Paris told him.
"I was tempted to do it myself, but I know that you can get the information we need that I don't know how to get."
"Do you want to learn?"
"Maybe another time." Logan told her as Paris moved Rory's sweatshirt out of her way, and tucked a towel into the top of her pants.
"This gel is going to be a little cold. I have it in a warmer up in my office."
"Something to look forward to, I guess." Rory commented as Paris squirted the gel onto her lower abdomen, then reached for the wand that sat on the machine.
"Alrighty, let's see what we've got here . . . Yep, you are definitely pregnant! Do you see this little jelly bean right here?" Paris asked pointing at the screen. "That is your baby . . . Let's see . . ."
"Ace, do you see that?" Logan asked, gently rubbing Rory's arm. "That tiny little jelly bean is our baby."
"Do you see this little blur right here? That is the baby's tiny legs, and you can see the arm buds right above."
"Wow, that is incredible!" Honor said excitedly.
"And this is where a lot of new parents burst into tears." Paris said as she hit a button and some swooshing noises poured through the speakers. "This is your baby's heartbeat. A perfect 160 beats per minute."
"Logan . . ." Rory said softly, with tears in her eyes.
"Hold on, I am recording this for you." Honor said grabbing her phone.
"And it's too early to tell what the gender is, right?" Logan asked.
"My office can do a blood test next week, if you'd like, or you can wait a few more weeks for the ultrasound. It looks like your baby is about an inch long. This right here in the head, and you can see the little flickering heart right here." Paris said pointing out the different parts. "It looks like you are right about 8 weeks, maybe 8 and and couple days, judging by your timeline of when you got back together. So definitely not a honeymoon baby."
"So we got pregnant the very first night we were back together?" Logan asked.
"It looks that way."
"Talk about a night to remember!" Honor commented.
"Well, at least it wasn't a one night stand!" Paris told them. "So kudos for knowing who the father is!"
"Funny!" Logan told her.
"Hey Paris, we are supposed to be leaving for Europe in two days. Am I still ok to go?" Rory asked.
"How long are you going for?"
"A week I believe?"
"We fly out Monday afternoon, have a meeting in London on Tuesday, Wednesday we are in Paris, Thursday we are in Copenhagen, Friday in Rome, and then we come back home on Sunday." Honor explained.
"Are you flying commercially?" Paris asked.
"No, not for business."
"Normally I don't recommend that much flying in such a short time. I want to see you as soon as you get back. Once you hit 30 weeks, I am grounding you, unless I need to sooner. And after this trip, no more than two flights in a week. If I need to, I will travel with you."
"I'll have Logan with me for a lot of the trips." Rory told her.
"Logan is a medical doctor, practicing general and emergency medicine. He's not an OBGYN."
"But he knows what to do if something happens, and he can take care of things. Plus, you are on speed dial in case he needs help."
"Please, we all know that I am a much better doctor than Logan is."
"Anyway!" Logan started. "Are we done with this? Because I still need to get that MRI done."
"I can give you Hydroxyzine."
"Super Benadryl? Really?"
"It's the only thing that is safe. It should knock her out, which quells the anxiety problem."
"Are there any other options?" Honor asked as Paris finished up the ultrasound, and wiped Rory's stomach off.
"You need to stop taking the anxiety meds I gave you, immediately. It's only Buspirone, but there isn't enough information available that says it's safe. However, there is a good chance that all of that anxiety you've been dealing with is a byproduct of the pregnancy."
"In all honesty, I stopped taking them after a week. They were making me break out in teenage pizza style acne. Logan told me that I could stop."
"Thanks for telling me."
"Sorry Paris, I forgot." Logan told her.
"Here are your pictures." Paris said handing a strip of pictures to Rory. "Congratulations!"
"Thanks Paris!"
"Is there anything else that you need?" Paris asked as she moved over to the computer to enter the information that she needed.
"No, I think we are ok now. Thank you Paris." Logan told her, as he looked over the ultrasound pictures with Rory.
"I am putting in a prescription for prenatal vitamins, you need to be sure to take them every day."
"Rory already takes all the stuff in my vitamin cupboard." Logan told her.
"Text me the labels, please. I'll let you know which ones can stay and which need to go. But I want you taking the prenatals, regardless. And I am ordering you hydroxyzine for your MRI. Let me know what the results say . . . By the way, your blood test is back."
"What does it say?" Logan asked.
"I am ordering IV fluids, you are dehydrated. I want two bags. You are also slightly anemic, but the prenatals should fix that. Your fall could have been a sudden dizzy spell. Those happen with pregnancy quite often. I want to know immediately if it happens again. If you get light headed or dizzy, call or text me. I would tell you that you need to be eating small meals throughout the day, but I'm sure that Logan will be all over that one. I am going to head home to my kids, but I will text you tomorrow with your appointment time when you get back. And I'll let Doyle know."
"Thank you Paris. I appreciate your help." Logan told her.
"Please take it easy this week. Don't get up too quickly, and make sure you eat."
"I will. Thank you Paris. Give the kids my love." Rory told her.
"I need to go check on a few things, but I'll be back shortly." Logan said as he got up from his seat on the bed. "I'll send Veronica in to do your IV."
"Ok. Thanks Babe." Rory said kissing him, then watching Logan follow Paris out of the room.
"Has she been sleeping this whole time?" Logan asked when he walked into the room 3 hours later.
"Hydroxyzine is awesome!" Honor told him.
"I was told that she slept through the scans the entire hour and a half that she was in there."
"Did you get the results back?"
"I did."
"Did Lorelai call you?"
"She did, she is on her way up."
"Did you tell her what happened?"
"Most of it."
"Which means?"
"Rory gets to be the one to share the pregnancy news."
"Are you going to tell Mom and Dad?"
"Eventually. There's no rush. Hey Ace . . . Honey, do you want to wake up?"
"Hey . . ." Rory said in a soft voice as she slowly opened her eyes.
"How would you like to go home?"
"You get the results back?"
"I did. It's just a sprain. I'm putting you in a brace for a couple weeks, but you are free to go home."
"Ok."
"Your mom is on her way up. She should be at the house within the next hour."
"Mom is coming today? I thought she wasn't coming until tomorrow?"
"She called to see if she could come up early. She is excited to see the house."
"Did you tell her?"
"Only that you hurt your arm. You get to tell her the rest."
"Ok."
"Let's get this brace on you, and I'll pull your IV so you can go home."
"Honor, can you take Rory home and stay with her until either Lorelai or I get there? I'm going to try to get out of here early."
"Yeah, of course! I'll get her in bed, and start unpacking."
"Would you mind working on one of the guest rooms so Luke and Lorelai have somewhere to stay tonight?"
"I can do that! Do you have linens and stuff for the bed?"
"Probably in one of the boxes."
"I have extras. I bought several new bed sets recently that haven't been touched. I'll have Josh bring them over. I'll get everything taken care of."
"Thanks Honor, you are an amazing sister!" Logan told her.