I'm alive! I made it through the c-section - which turned out to be on May 8th, 2009 (waiting for my platelet count to come up).
Aishlinn Deirdra at 6 lbs, 2 ounces, made her appearance at 9:53am into the world. Meanwhile, I was knocked unconscious because of my low platelet count and other factors.
I woke up and life was grand. Not. The nicest thing Dr. Wagner did for me was he cut vertically along the same scar I had from Allison, 8 years prior. The stitches were great, too. I was able to drive within 4 days. (tee hee hee) The doctors and nurses will usually tell you to wait 2 weeks after your c-section to drive. Trust me - with the vertical cut it's PAINLESS to push your foot down to accelerate while driving.
Again I say, my doctors rock.
So... gave birth, yadda yadda, beautiful and healthy baby girl, go home after 4 days (yippee!), three weeks later we move from Mtka to Roseville. Six days after we move into the house we are renting I wake up with chest pains.
It's 4am on June 11, 2009. I'm having chest pains and it feels like my heart is squeezing itself. I start breathing shallowly. Indigestion? REALLY BAD indigestion? I take some Tums thinking that'll help. I wait 10 minutes. The pain is still there - no better, no worse. I wake up Dave and tell him to call 911.
Now get this picture: I'm 31 years old. Just had a baby a few weeks ago. We are new to the area. I'm not scared though - if anything I'm thinking I'm having awful gastritis, or a gall bladder attack.
The ambulance comes. There's no question - Dave is freaking out right now. Alli is watching her sister sleep in the front room as I am driven off by the nice Allina EMTs. They put an IV in, both females think I am having a gall bladder attack potentially - all because of my age. One of the EMTs gives me a couple of Nitroglycerine tabs - one at a time of course - to cover all bets.
I get to United Hospital and they take a bunch of blood. Do labs and an Echo and an EKG. I get two more Nitro tabs from a nurse, one at a time, rating my pain scale in between as before. At about 4:30 an ER doctor comes in and says that my Troponin level was elevated and they think I had a myocardial infarction. MI. HEART ATTACK.
The first words in my mind were: "WHAT THE FRACK?" What I said aloud was, "Umm... ok? What do we do now?"
In the next 24 hours my best friend came with her toddler daughter to stay with Dave, Alli, and the baby. I ended up going in for an Angiogram. My parents drove down and saw me right before I went in for the diagnostic. Perhaps it was the fact that my IV had sprung a leak (infiltration into the tissue) inside the vein and I wasn't getting enough of the pain meds... or the fact that there was a machine above my head that looked like a giant upside down toilet... whatever it was, the Angiogram was not my favorite thing about the stay.
A couple days later I was out of the hospital, a heart attack survivor. 2% damage that was said to be totally reversible. Heart attack caused by a random clot. Even though I was on Lovenox.
But hey, I'm here. With all new meds and a brand new attitude. How d'ya like me now?
