My Battle With A War I Thought I Already Won

This week has been VERY interesting to say the least. Hubby and I had a nice 3-day weekend away from work/school due to MLK Day where we chilled and cleaned and really just had fun being together.

Tuesday: I was at work doing things I normally do, when my heart started racing really fast for no reason. I was trying to breathe deep and calm my heart down when I began to feel light headed and the world went black for a few seconds. About half-an-hour later of dealing with the light headed-ness and the speeding heart I knew I couldn't function at work and called Hubby to come and get me because I didn't trust myself to drive home. He came as fast as he could and was going to take me to the Emergency Room when my heart calmed down and I felt like I was getting back to normal, I was just REALLY tired. Hubby took me home and I slept for a really long time, I almost felt like I had run from work to home not driven in a car because my heart had been racing for around 1 hour.

I felt like I was going to return to normal when about 9pm, it started up again. This time was different then before and I knew it. The light headed-ness started kicking in again and I began to fear for mine and the baby's well being and didn't know what to do other than go to the ER. Hubby helped me get into the car and drove me down, I explained my day to the guy up from and told him, "I'm pregnant... 22 weeks along", he quickly stood up and started to talk to one of the nurses that admits people into the ER. A minute later, someone sat me down in a wheelchair and checked my heart rate. It was 200rpm-230rpm. At one point someone asked, "Is our machine broken?" and the nurse answered, "No, that's her real heart rate." They asked some basics about my day and I told them how long these racing heart sessions were lasting. 1 hour had passed by this point and it wasn't slowing down. They rushed me into a room where the put IV in and I met my ER Doc and told him that I have Wolff-Parkinson-White Syndrome but had it corrected a couple years back. They needed to do a bunch of different tests on me but were running out of room by the number of nurses and specialists they had working on me, they moved me into another room that was bigger and had my heart rate stats behind me.

A lady from Labor and Delivery came down to check on my baby's fetal heart rate, as she put the jelly on my stomach she looked at my monitor and her mouth dropped, "Is that real?" she asked the Doc. He confirmed it. She quickly found the heart rate of my baby and asked if I was having pain. My baby had a normal heart rate and he was just mad that my body was having minor spasms and my heart was pounding so loud, so he kicked his disapproval every now and then. He was fine and I couldn't ask for more, I didn't care anymore what happened next, my baby was fine, and his normal stubborn self.

-2 hour mark-

The EKG guy measured my heart rate and I was asked who my doctor was that worked on my WPW, I told them, I was in luck, he was the doctor that was on call to analyze EKGs that night. He was contacted and sent a copy of my EKG. He told them what to do since I am pregnant. There is this drug that when placed into my bloodstream will stop my heart for a few seconds, wear off, and then my heart should restart by itself once again. Hopefully my heart rate will be normal after the drug wears off. It's kind of like a restart button. Well, after plugging me up to an EKG monitor, heart pads, and going through the risks and what back up plans are and confirming the baby's safety. We went through with the drug. I think I felt death.

As a little kid, I always thought that death would scare me and I wouldn't be ready for it and that I would be ashamed to meet my maker. But as I felt death, I wasn't scared, I was calm, and I knew I was safe. The Lord calmed me in my scariest hour and helped me breathe, I felt my pulse come back and my eyes could function again and I felt my cheeks regain color. My pulse felt normal.

They got some hydration in me, and I was finally left alone with my husband for an hour. We were safe, me, Baby X, and Hubby. This needed to happen, and it needed to happen here while we still live near my old cardiologist and family doctor. If we were somewhere else having this baby, they wouldn't have known that it was my WPW acting up once again, they would have not been sure what to do. But my cardiologist knew heart and knew what needed to be done. The team that was helping me in the ER, they knew what to do to help in every way they could, they did it fast and efficiently.

I am so grateful for the love surrounding me, my family (both sides) really stepped up to the plate to show they care and are there for me and my small new family. I was watched over by my Heavenly Father, and felt his love so intensely. I have no doubt in my mind. This was a blessing in disguise, and I've learned a lot about my Hubby, myself, and my baby.

-TBC