My heart went crazy last night. It's happened once before so I knew what to do to stop it - but it didn't work this time. I counted my pulse at home and it was 160 and I tried all the tricks to try and get it to calm down, but nothing. Soo I called my mom to stay with Mattea (at 1am) and hubby and I headed to Emerg. When we got there I was hooked up to a heart monitor with a heart rate of 175-185 so they did an ECG, started an IV, put me on the oxygen and we tried allll the tricks to get it to slow down. Nothing. So the doctor said he'd give me some medicine to correct my heart rate. A medicine that will "Stop your heart and then restart it again" so I freaked out. Like, are you kidding me? My heart...the thing that is keeping me alive right now, you're gonna shut that off?! No ##### Way!! That is soo Not ok. What if it doesn't start again!? Then he told me it would be ok and even if it wasn't they could start my heart again. All I could think is what if it doesn't come back on? What if I die? What if I never get to hold my baby again? See her grow up? Ugh I was seriously freaking out. I should also mention that my doctor (of 10 years) passed away last friday - so not only have I been a mess about that but now had some new doctor I didn't know at all - never even seen before telling me he was gonna stop my heart 'just for a sec'. So the dr held one hand and my hubby held the other and they injected the drug. I felt like I was dying. Literally dying. My body went tingly and limp and my vision started blurring and I was fighting it so hard because I was SO scared that I was going to die. The anxiety from getting the drug completely countered it's effects. My pulse was now 230. I could see my pulse in my eyelids. It felt Awful. Then they injected me with another drug - one that doesn't actually stop my heart so I wouldn't feel any weird side effects and that helped lower it back down to 130ish. Then I had another dose of that a while later that brought it down to 110. Another dose that didn't do anything and then one more that again, did nothing immediate. Slowly my pulse came back down and when I was discharged 7 hours later it was around 89-90. Which is still a little high for me, but waaaay better than 160 or 230!!!
The doctor said its nothing to be concerned about. It could happen again (this is #2 but the first one was calmed by a 'breathing trick') or it could go away completely. UGH! The weird thing is the first time it happened was when I was about as far along pregnant with my daughter as I should be right now with my angel son

odd.
Scariest night of my life