This is a topic I’ve been meaning to discuss, but also have been putting off and it’s a huge reason as to why I’ve decided to quit smoking….again.
On March 23rd, I had a bit of a health scare and the doctor’s can’t really explain what happened to me. I woke up fairly early that morning; taking care of Valeria and going through her usual morning routine, trying to prepare her diaper bag for the day trip ahead (we were suppose to go see my Godparents and Nonna for an early Easter celebration), stressing a bit because I was waiting for my husband to get home so I could get ready for the day. We were to leave the house by 10-10:30 AM, and my husband didn’t get home until 9:30. No fault of his own, the traffic in this city has become horrendous. I was stressed and in need of a cigarette.
So, when my husband got home, he took the baby to give me a bit of a break and that allowed me to have a cigarette and go speak to my mom in the kitchen briefly.
Since I was asked this question over and over again by every medical professional that day, I will let you know that I had no symptoms of illness, fatigue, nausea, tunnel vision, etc. It just kind of happened. All I remember was sitting in a dining room chair talking to my mother, than I came to; my husband panicked in my face and on the phone with a 9-1-1 operator. I couldn’t really focus, speak and it felt like I was drugged. It was so bizarre.
It took me quite a while before I was myself; I felt foggy the whole way to the hospital in the ambulance as well. All I kept asking in the ambulance was if Valeria was okay, both the EMTs were super nice and told me she was with grandma and she looked just like me. They proceeded to monitor my vitals on the way to the hospital, trying to get me to talk to them as we went along. My husband followed us to the hospital in the car. They registered me and I was put into a room pretty much immediately. Eventually they let my husband into the room with me.
They made me change into one those gowns, which are scratchy and uncomfortable, however I kept my yoga pants on, cause well…I’m a pain in the butt. They proceeded to do blood work, an ECG (test for my heart in case you didn’t know) and gave me IV fluids. I complained a bunch, wanting out of the uncomfortable bed and the tiny claustrophobic room, loud enough for the passing nurses to hear. Even asked the very kind nurse that was looking after me, if I can be discharged already….. yeah I’m that girl. I don’t enjoy hospitals, though who really does?
The doctor was very kind when she came in to chat with me though. She gave me some advice, “I know you’re a new mama, but you need to take care of yourself, not just your baby girl. Rest!” She made me laugh and instructed me to rest as much as I can, eat well and try to get some exercise in. Also she strongly suggested I quit smoking. I was already ahead of her on that one.
I was then discharged and free as a bird. Physically I didn’t feel that great at all that day. I also felt embarrassed, guilty and a whole sleuth of other emotions. I kept apologizing to everyone for missing the event, having them worry about me, etc. I thanked my mom repeatedly for taking care of Valeria while I was in the hospital.
All my tests came back great; blood work, blood pressure and ECG perfect. The whole thing can’t be explained. I even had a scheduled appointment with my family doctor on March 28th and we went over everything, it even stumped her. She is going to do some more blood work just to cover all the bases, but we shall see. The appointment was initially scheduled as a follow-up from my birth and to check my sugars, since I had gestational diabetes.
I have to admit I have not been feeling the greatest and for about a week after the episode, I was getting little dizzy spells here and there, feeling nauseated and all around blah. I’m doing much better now, with mild symptoms every once in a while.
This made me take a deeper look at myself; mentally, physically and emotionally. It’s clear I am not in a good spot like I thought I was. So, first step was quitting smoking. I’ve been doing really well too! A craving here and there, but I’ve refrained. I’ve also been avoiding places that trigger the urge to smoke or purchase cigarettes. It’s only temporary for now, but why put added pressure to an already stressful process. It’s been….*looks at her calendar*…12 days. Hurray!
I’m seeing the nutritionist once again next month, so hopefully I’ve made a bit of progress. I don’t think I posted about that visit. Or did I? Mom brain at it’s finest ladies and gentlemen. I’ll have to look back and see, but I’m pretty sure I hadn’t. Post to follow if I haven’t.
So, that’s it. That’s what happened. It was scary and eye-opening. I didn’t want my husband’s family to know, especially at Easter and be worried about me. I don’t enjoy being the center of attention ever.
I just know that I need to put in a much greater effort than before, and really focus on my well-being. I want to figure out a solution to this very strange occurrence and to my weight loss journey.
I want to be around for Valeria and this episode just shows how precious our lives actually are.
Ciao!!
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