Who knows if anyone even remembers me I've been gone so long but I moved across the country (Washington State to MN) on the 20th of Sept. My husband followed driving - DD & I flew. The day we moved into our house my husband and step dad unloaded the moving container and worked very hard all day - later that day we went to a furniture store to buy a couch and my husband keeled over with heart issues. I was feeling his pulse and it'd stop for seconds on end and then jump back with a vengance. His hands were getting cold from the fingertips up and I knew it was bad. He started to say goodbye to me - telling me he loved me, thanking me for marrying him, telling me how great of a mom he thinks I am, telling me to let Rhayna know how loved she is by him everyday. He would switch between saying goodbye and asking me if I remembered CPR because he was sure he was about to die....telling me all of this. EMS came, took him off in an ambulance while I stood there with our almost 6 mo old baby in my arms, a stroller, and absolutely no one to help me.
I loaded her into the car and drove to the hospital after the ambulance. He was in severe arterial fibrillation. He would flat line for seconds and then just start back up again. He looked like death. He was terrified to go to sleep, thinking he'd never come back. We met with a million doctors, all with differing opinions from "Oh, you can just go home tonight" to "We're going to have to put you under, shock your heart, and hope it corrects itself but there's a possibility we can irreversably damage your heart".
His AFIB went on for 20 hours and then just miraculously corrected itself into a normal sinus pattern. They held him in the hospital hopped up on drugs for another 3 days and then released him on the drugs.
He isn't allowed to lift or carry anything over 10lbs (including DD) and is on these drugs that everyone agrees are probably not helping him or really DOING anything for him but no one will tell him to quit (it's my opinion that no one wants to be the doc to tell him to go off of them in case he would AFIB again and then they could potentially be sued.
This has been a very very long couple of weeks. I'm at my wits end. I'm exhausted, I'm "on" 24/7. He can't even get her from the crib.
We moved into a house that has no shower, no kitchen, and we sold off all of our furniture before we left Seattle. We have beds and that's it. I have umpteen boxes everywhere and no where to unpack anything to. I used to have a kitchen sink but that's been demo'ed now.
We're just getting by. Today he went to the doc (a completely new one and NOT a heart specialist) and this doc wants him to stay on the meds for another 6 weeks+. These drugs turn him into a 90 year old. He wakes completely normal - Johnny-on-the-spot and takes that pill and sits in the chair all day due to the extreme fatigue, weakness, and dizziness it causes.
I don't have a clue how I'm going to make it through the next 6 weeks.
Just thought I'd update anyone who wondered where I ran off too...definitely NOT a vacation and absolutely NOT how I thought I'd be spending my first weeks in my new home.
Re: RP: And ... I'm back.....
Oh goodness, sorry to hear that you have so much going on. Hope things get better soon.
OMG! Girl I had no idea! What the heck. I didn't even realize you'd left Seattle. How did you end up in MN?
I am so sorry you're going through all this! Hang in there.
Our Thanksgiving Day baby 11/22/07
Pregnant with #2 with LPD, uterine polyp/hysteroscopy, DOR (AMH = 0.17), 2 c/ps
Our early Christmas present 12/9/10