The day everything changed: Heart Attack

So we left off around 4:45 AM in the last post as I laid down and try to go to sleep. Our oldest awoke shortly after 6 AM. First question where is Dad. The not so simple answer, still at the hospital.  But today we are going to still go to school but skip band.  The next thing I knew my father and mother in law were on the phone. You ironically he was already heading to us that morning to assist his grandson with a heart dissection  at school.

I was on speaker for the call so they both could hear what was going on. After the call ended about 5 minutes passed and my mother in law was in the car and back on the phone with me. We came up with a plan. She was heading straight to the hospital and I would get the boys off to school, pick up payroll, and head back to the hospital.

We own our business a small pizza shop, so I had to get payroll otherwise no one would get paid. Thankfully the payroll company was 2 minutes down the street from the hospital.  Finally I am back with him, only to have life disrupted again.

My mother in law and the nurse are in the room when I arrive.  The bag I have is packed is set down as I question when the echocardiogram is going to be and state I have his medicine he takes daily in their prescribed bottle to be told a different plan. He is going to have a heart cath and is being changed to admitted status. So, the medicine I have can no longer be administered unless it comes from the pharmacy.

Wait a heart cath? What? Why? It is then explained to me they have been trending him. Trending what? Troponin is a protein enzyme released in your blood stream if you have damage to your heart. She then showed me his level went from .3 to 1.6 to 2.3. No echo now heart cath.

For the heart cath they go in through an artery and release dye to see the heart better.  Ummmm okay I thought we were okay but am rolling with the punches.  My mother in law heads out to the Pizza shop and we head down to surgical.

Hubby is tired and confused but comfortable. Me terrified. The doctor comes in and explains they will try to go in through his wrist but if that does not work they will go in through his groin.  He also lets us know if he a stint is needed it can be completed where we are and worst case scenario if he had a 100% blockage we would have to transfer hospitals for open heart surgery because they do not do open heart.  I’m sorry what open surgery, stints, what is going on?

A quick I love you, kiss, and see you soon and off the hubby goes. As I sit alone trying so hard to keep it together I call my parents. They live outside of Philadelphia and we are in Michigan.  My mom use to be a nurse so thankfully she can talk me through some of the technical pieces. We discuss the potential for them to come and end the call. Hubby arrives back and I take a deep breath, he is with me again.

On his wrist is a strange plastic box. The little box will slowly be decompressed once giving the artery a chance to plug. Next the doctor arrives. I notice an awe in his eyes. A very emotional touch to hubby and a slow deep breath. He begins by saying how lucky we are, how lucky hubby is that he is here with us.

The emotions he feeling swirls around me as I gasps for air, the emotion is so raw and real. I absorb this questioning what is going on. Truth bomb just dropped hubby has 100% blocked artery, he has to be transferred, he will have open heart surgery, a consult will be in this afternoon, it is serious, and how he is here with us is a amazing.


Heart Attack at 40 Day 1

So we left off the other day by stating we were heading to the hospital. I thought this was crazy, he is only in his early forties. It had to be something else and I soon learned my resistance was going to bite me in the ass.

We walked into the ER, which thankfully is 5 minutes away from where we live. Once we got to the security counter I calmly said hello and stated my husband was having chest pains.  Security quickly swept into action getting a wheelchair and into the hospital we went. We went to the check in counter where I began the pleasantries again. Hello, my husband is having chest pains armed with our insurance card, which was not needed yet.  He got checked in and off to the Er room we went.

At at this point a team was asking questions and quickly attaching a lot of devices to my husbands chest.  The intent was to take an EKG.  A report was generated and a doctor came in stating he was not having a heart attack, but there were some things off. The focused shifted to his blood pressure. Are you on blood pressure medicine? Have you had a history of high blood pressure? The doctor turned to me do you monitor his blood pressure at home? I answered no. The reply was I should be…hmmm why he does not have high blood pressure.

The doctor said they were monitoring things. At this point my interest was peaked . Next began the administering of an aspirin and nitro. This is when shit started getting real. My husband did not know what nitro was, but I did.  As they left the area to retrieve the medicine I just kind of danced around what nitro was.  Shortly the nurse returned and gave the pills to my husband. She instructed him to take the aspirin and then put the nitro under his tongue. Then she left.

Once she left he was quiet for a few then started to have a noticeable change. He sat up on the bed and began talking and asking me questions. I do not belive he noticed the difference but I did. That nitro made him feel significantly better. His thinking was clearer and he was no longer wincing at his chest. My thoughts immediately went back to the blood pressure conversation and I concluded it was a blood pressure issue and the nitro must have helped.

The nurse returned and reviewed how he was feeling and his pain level. At this point it was decided to give him another nitro. My mind began going no no no no….what does this all mean?

Another doctor arrived and stated he was being kept overnight for observation. Overnight at 2 AM, weird.  Hubby began questioning me. I feel fine why can I not go home.

Me: I do not know maybe it has to do with where your blood pressure was.

Hubby: well I don’t want to stay.

Me: well just tell them that.

Next thing we know there is a cardiac consult and up we go.

Until the story continues!



Why do I have to tell my boys to flush the toilet every time they use the bathroom?  I mean the handle is there for a reason, use it please. They monkey with everything but this shiny little handle.

Maybe if it was in the center they would go and grab the handle at the same time.

Homework Meltdown

Being a parent is hard; doing homework with your child is hard. Falling back into bad habits you had when you were a child can make it even harder. For instance studying for a test right before the test = disaster.

Fourth Grade no big deal right, been there done that. Except do you really remember everything from 4th grade? Math now is completely different, and our son actually will say the teacher said you would not be able to help me.   Ahh…Mommy may not be able to help you, but she has a secret weapon GOOGLE! Google helps mommy help you. Except he does not know this and does not need to, so when a common core problem has us stumped, I discreetly go to a different room, find the answer, learn how to teach it and swoop in like SUPER MOMMY! Wow, she knows everything, right and it is just that easy. HA! Not really.

Thursday night rolls around, kids were at school all day and Mom and Dad at work all day. No sports, so we have a family dinner. But again it is Thursday so already feeling the end of the week and ready for the weekend. Let’s see what we have to do?

Make lunches, pack snacks, review papers sent home, clean up dinner, get clothes out for tomorrow, showers for both kids, and homework.

Little one – prep for a spelling test and complete Story town homework.

Big one – Math homework, social studies worksheet, study for science test and complete worksheet, and read to 20 minutes.

At this point everything seems good, except let’s fast forward to Sunday night. We have a rule you cannot go and play outside until homework is complete, because it seems like clockwork a meltdown will follow.

This past Sunday the weather was just not very nice so the boys stayed inside all day. Hence, we did not start home work until dinner time. The big one did his math while I cooked dinner. At least we got that piece out of the way. Because we had such a lazy day I did not realize how tired he really was. After dinner began the science test prep, which was torturous since he could not focus or retain the information.

I absolutely hate homework meltdowns. When these occur I feel like such an awful parent for having not taken more time to prepare him. I mean we had Thursday night. I only made him read the chapter and do a worksheet. We had Friday night, but I was just too tired. Saturday I cleaned the house, but did think to myself I should make him some flash cards, or teach him how to make his own flash cards. Instead it was Saturday and I just needed a break. Then we came upon Sunday, which in all truthfulness just got away from us. Leading us to …..SUNDAY EVENING!

Three hours, we worked for 3 long excruciating hours, quizzing reading, re-quizzing, arguing, tears (not mine) loss of TV and electronic privileges. When all was said and done I felt horrible. Why had we not prepared better, why did I wait until then. He seemed to be okay with the information on Thursday night, but then again he was tired.

Nothing bothers me more than when we end a weekend on a meltdown. We work so much and do so much running around I just like to end the weekend on a positive note. Ending with tears and frustration just makes me feel like the WORST PARENT EVER!

I know everyone has ups and downs and kids have to learn things on their own. But he is just learning how to study, and I know I have to be more diligent is helping him succeed in learning the best way to study. I still feel awful. I feel like I let him down and myself. Yet, when he woke up this morning, I quizzed him again. He answered all of the questions correct, I told him great job and hugged him then just let it go. No need to get him all worked up again.

Hopefully, I learned my lesson…..I just hate how much my heart hurts when he is upset. Nothing in life prepares you for what you feel when your child is upset or hurt.

The Toliet and my battle for a dry seat!

There are things in everyone’s life they wish they could change.  My list would be endless, mainly because it is based purely on my emotional state at the time.  Today, I wish we could change the toilet.  You may ask yourself why in the world would you want to change the toilet.  It seems like such a petty request when in life we could change so many other things.
Today, I would like to change the toilet because today this happens to be one key frustration for me personally. Maybe later I can try to change something in the world, but for now I am most concerned about the toilet.  Actually to be exact the toilet in my half bath.  The toilet my young, sweet, caring, devilish, adorable boys cannot seem to figure out how to work.
It seems like such a simple concept.  Maybe if I work to break it down, I can figure out what is so complex about this bathroom fixture that has stumped me wee little ones.  Okay, not wee like toddlers, but I guess wee like how they go wee wee.
This is a toilet. It has a lid, a seat, and the toilet lid and seat do ONE amazing thing, they can go up and they can go down.  Up or Down….Up or Down….Up or Down goes the lid and seat on a toilet. We might be able to actually make a catchy tune out of this.  Hmmm I will have to think about this one for a while. I do sing to the boys, especially when I get angry, this helps instead of screaming. I sing to them what I want them to do or stop doing.
Okay…back on track to the toilet which seats goes up and down.

This is a toilet with the lid down.  If you need to use the toilet, place you fingers at the front as and SLOWLY pull upwards until the lid is resting against the back of the toilet.   When complete the toilet should look like this.


If you have to # 2 sit down and have at it. If you have to go # 1 you must lift again. Oh…little boys if you have to go # 1 lift again…so that the toilet looks like this. See below.

Now, you are ready to go wee, but make sure the wee hits inside the bowl, not on the wall, not on the floor, not on the back of the toilet.  GET IT IN THE BOWL!  Boys it is like a game of basketball get it in the net.  Or like a game of golf, GET IT IN THE HOLE!  Hear this change through you mind in the bowl or in hold = I WIN….plus then so does Mommy!

Do not turn while going stay focuses.  Sadly, however in my house we like to skip this last lifting step.  And Mommy is who pays the price, so today I would like to be able to sit down without inspecting my toilet first or quickly realizing I forgot to inspect it.  We started off to a rough start this morning, but hopefully later today we can succeed in our mission of lifting before peeing.