Thank you guys for the excitement over our little boy! I had a very strong feeling it was a boy so I’ll call that a #momwin
We’re definitely excited about it!
Today, though, I want to chat about my weekend. If you follow me on Facebook or Instagram, you probably noticed something was just different and it just made for a rough Sunday, mostly.
I felt every emotion there was on Saturday.
Saturday morning, I was elated to go to our Ultrasound, found out our babe is a HE, and he is healthy. I had a blast with my family returning to some stores and doing some shopping. I was a little sad to take down all my CHristmas decorations, but happy to have some cousins come play with Annabelle. There were a few other things that caused emotions throughout the rest of the day, but it ended with Mike and Emily over for dinner, which was so fun.
After finally having a second to sit down and breathe, I headed to bed exhausted. Plain ‘ol wiped out. I was asleep by 10, and then heard Aaron come in around 12:30, after having fell asleep on the couch. Then he leaned over and said, “Your phone is ringing, why is your mom calling you” It was 1:00 am, and I knew it wasn’t a mistake. I missed the call and my mind just went to everything that could be wrong. I finally got ahold of my mom, probably 30 seconds later but felt like an eternity, and I heard, “Dad’s having a heart attack.”
Cue the emotions. Not even pregnancy emotions. Just all of them. How could this happen? He’s been doing so great, had a fun relaxing day, and there were no problems. I immediately (After starting to cry!) tried to make sense of it all, threw on clothes and left. We had no idea what could have happened or what may come of it. Aaron had to stay back with Annabelle, but Matt and Shelby met us at the hospital (Aaron did have his brother over here a little after I left in case he needed to come).
I made it to the hospital and found my mom and just broke down. You guys, heart attacks are scary. My dad was asleep and woke up to some pressure on his chest. He took some Antacids thinking it was heart burn (which he’s never experienced before), and drank ginger ale, but it kept getting worse. He woke up my mom and had her look up symptoms of a heart attack, but he didn’t really have many of them. Still, my mom asked if she should call 911 and when he said no, she said well we’re going and thank GOD they live all but 15 minutes (10 when you skip stop signs and fly because something is wrong!) and they made it. He was in the midst of a heart attack as he was taken back in the ER and the nurses and Doctors immediately knew what had to be done and got to it.
I arrived after they had taken him to determine what needed done and it was just hard. Hard not knowing, hard to hear he was fine before that, hard to imagine the what if’s. I was there for the doctor’s explanation, which left us even more shocked. He had a complete blockage in his right artery, which they repaired with a stent late Saturday night (early Sunday), but he also had a 79% blockage in the main artery to the heart, and a 99% to the left side! How does that happen?! He had a stress test done last June which didn’t pick up any of it.
We are so pleased with how quickly the hospital reacted and got him the help he needed. He was put in the ICU which we were able to go see him. He seemed to be doing very well, minus the surprise of the other blockages, and was even making some jokes. It is terrible seeing him in the hospital and in pain, but we are so thankful it was mid with minimal heart damage. Yesterday he had the other two blockages repaired, the main artery needed one stent and the left artery needed two to repair) and we are hoping he comes home today. Thankfully, because of the heart attack, he didn’t need an intensive surgery and they were able to do it through his femoral artery. If he hadn’t had a heart attack and this was found on a stress test or something, he would’ve needed open heart surgery for a triple bypass. WHAT!
You just never know what could happen. You never know when heart attacks or strokes can happen. You never know when it could be your last kiss to someone, last hug, or last goodbye. Life is too short. Treasure those moments and honestly, never be afraid to go get checked if something isn’t feeling right. It’s way better to be safe than sorry. I can’t imagine if my mom didn’t push to take him to the ER and he was home.
This week has been tough. I wasn’t able to see him Sunday because I’m still sick (I snuck in for a few minutes in the middle of the night when he was taken up from his initial surgery). Aaron and I visited last night, but my mom had to wait in the waiting room with Annabelle because she wasn’t allowed in. The ICU is strict with visitors. We’ve had so much support the last few days, and we are eager to see his improvements in life now that he has no blockages! The doctor said he will be able to tell a difference today and I can’t wait.
Thank you all for your kind words you’ve shared with me, even with the not knowing. I just wasn’t ready to share because I was struggling to really take it all in and accept it. I’m much more relieved knowing his surgeries went well, and thought I’d share what really happened over the weekend.