My life has exploded all over the bathroom wall since I last posted. I’m tired and feel like poo so here is the wrap up… in bullet form.
*Saturday at 11pm I completely cleaned out our fridge and reorganized all its contents (completely irrelevant but man my fridge looks good)
*Sunday at 4 am got up from bed to go to bathroom, laid back down, felt heart palpitations, sat up after they persisted for several seconds, checked pulse, realized pulse was a chaotic mess that could not possibly be counted.
*Woke my hubby, made him check my pulse while he was still mostly asleep, he concurred it was jacked up, made the decision to call 911 since I am responsible for other life growing in my belly.
*Hooked up to heart monitor in living room, screen flashes 210 (beats per minute), EMT asks which hospital we are going to.
* Take my first ambulance ride, EMT asks what my previous all time heart rate was. I respond 228, he informs me we have shattered that record with an unbelievable 247. They give me iv meds, they do nothing, I am pretty sure I saw the monitor in the 250’s before reaching the hospital.
* After arriving at ER they determine I am in atrial fibrillation with rapid ventricular response. I stay this way for about the next TWELVE FREAKING HOURS. They pushed soooo much medicine in my iv’s (yes I had multiple iv’s) and my heart rate was barely hanging out below 200… then eventually it got to the 140’s.
*They discuss emergency c-section and then shocking my heart. I am too out of it to process any of it (but still manage to update Facebook several times, it is an instant virtual prayer chain).
*I am given iv pain med for unrelated reason, within 10 seconds my heart rate drops to 100 and I spontaneously convert back to a normal sinus rhythm.
*Diluadid really does cure everything.
*Stay in ICU a couple days, have ultrasound, find out baby is estimated to be 9lbs 9 oz plus or minus 10%.
*I freak out more about the size of baby than the condition of my heart.
*Had OB appointment today. Find out this Tuesday is D day unless I go sooner on my own.
*Again, I freak out.
* I slowly filter through the events of the last few days and am left with a mixture of thankfulness, anticipation, with a pinch of anxiety thrown in (no one can tell me this won’t happen to my heart again, in fact the cardiologist said at some point it probably will).
*Appreciate my decision to live for Christ. You may not think this is an intelligent decision for a science loving fool such as myself… when you are riding in a squad quite unsure if you will ever see your babies and family again you can tell me your opinion on the matter.