A heart attack can change everything...

This post is on my point of view about the day of Roberts heart attack. My next blog is about Roberts story from what he has told me and from what I have observed (things he did not remember).

On Saint Patricks Day, I had the most scariest experience of my life. My husband had a mild heart attack..at 36 years old. It was a major wake up call for me and him both, as I had that chance of losing him. Here is my story:

My husband came upstairs around 8 AM saying he had chest pain and some arm pain. At this point, I had no idea what was going on. So, I had him take some ibupfrofan and take a hot bath. Two hot baths later, he was still hurting. So, his mom and I told him to go to the hospital to get checked. I told him I would be there later after I take Skylar to her WIC appointment.

I went to WIC and had a great appointment. Then, I decided to wander over to the ER. There, I got a drink then asked where he was. I was told where, and I headed on back. I didn't see him. A nice gentleman saw me and asked if I was me. I said yes, and he said I needed to follow him. Then he told me about Roberts heart attack. I started getting scared at this point and he said that he would be fine and he led me to a waiting room. I sat there for about 10 minutes. I was scared out of my wits.

A nurse came out and brought me back to this room to speak to the doctor. She said they were going to do a cath and put a stent into Roberts heart because he had clots in his heart. They gave me all of Roberts things, including his ring. I was still tearing up at this point. They led me to another waiting room and showed me a phone to use.

I started calling people. I called home first and found out my MIL was on her way. They had called home and WIC looking for me. My BIL asked how Robert was. I told him what I knew, got some phone numbers I needed and told him I would call him back. I called my friend T and my friend S. I left messages on their voice mails. I called my oldest daughters school bus and told them I needed my BIL to get her off the bus. They said OK. MIL showed up. She started calling people she thought would need to know and I got her a soda. I came back to find out S and T had shown up. That was a big relief in itself.

We sat in that waiting room for 3 hours. It was the longest 3 hours of our lives. Then the doctor came in and said Robert was fine. What a big sigh of relief! They showed me pictures of his heart. The after picture was the best in my opinion. We were led to the ICU waiting room and after I let my mom know he was OK, I was allowed to see him.

I went in the ICU and he was happy to see me. He was pretty drugged up however. That is normal though. I helped answer some questions because he was groggy. I stayed there until 8 PM and then I went home that night. The minute I got home, I started posting on everything I knew needing prayers for Robert. Thanks for all the support everyone!

He stayed in the hospital until Saturday..the first day of Spring. That was a day to celebrate for sure! While he was there, I met his roommate..who came in 2 hours after he did on St Pats day. He had a double stent unlike Robert who only had one.

All I can say is that having to deal with this situation when you are only 28 and only been married for 5 years is hard. Robert being only 36, this was a big shocker for him as well..but he has been placed on a great diet and I am proud to say he has not had one cigarette since he has been there.

Thats all I can really blog for now. All I can say it was a life changing experience and I am just glad he is here.

My word of wisdom: Take care of yourself!