Sometimes it stinks to be right. I KNEW something was really wrong with my recovery since Brooke was born. I went to my OB appt on Wednesday and I got myself bounced right back into the hospital. It was a pretty scary day but I'll cut to the chase and let you all know I'm home now and just fine. Thank GOD!
The chest pain, shortness of breath and cough was enough for my OB to send me right back to the hospital. They admitted me and my room was like grand central station. Not the best feeling when you think something is really wrong with you but then again, really glad I had so many people on my case. They did a chest xray to rule out fluid in my lungs and possible pneumonia. The xray showed that my heart was borderline enlarged. After that I had a EKG, echo cardiogram and a CT scan to make sure I did not have a blood clot in my lungs. Obviously, a blood clot would have been worst case scenario but is treatable if they catch it in time. Turns out that my whole problem was fluid retention. My body was not releasing all of the excess fluid it had post pregnancy. They gave me a drug called lasix through an IV and I spent two hours running to the bathroom getting rid of fluid! I seriously donated TWO LITERS of urine in under an hour and a half. Immediately after that I had no more chest pain and I did a lap around the floor I was on and was not short of breath anymore. Amazing! So now I'm on the lasix orally for one week til all of the residual swelling is down in my feet and hands. I go back in three weeks for another check on my heart. Apparently once the fluid is back to normal my heart size should be as well.
I feel like I dodged a major bullet. As you can imagine, considering how our medical LUCK has been running lately I was imagining all of the worst case scenarios. I was pretty freaked out.
So that's what's been going on over here the last two days. More drama.
To add insult to injury I just found out today that my benefits at work are not what I was led to believe and I have to go back to work two weeks sooner than I planned. I can tell you that the melt down I had over that today has not been pretty. It's way too much to explain via the blog but suffice to say I feel very mislead and my disability benefits are not being paid out to me the same way they were two years ago when I was out with Lindsay. This is my last baby and I feel like I'm being cheated of time with her that I'll never get back. Not to mention with Mike's upcoming surgery and everything that will entail I'm not sure how I'm supposed to go back to work two weeks sooner when he's still going to be recovering. We had this planned to the exact time frame that my leave was supposed to be so that both of us would have sufficient recovery time from surgeries. This should be a joyous time and I've been trying hard to still feel that joy and not let all this other stuff bog me down and take away from what's important. I know that I should feel blessed that my husband is alive and I have two healthy, beautiful daughters!
So with that, I won't say anymore other than I'm shutting down this weekend and enjoying my family. The rest of it can wait.