My beating heart

Last week I visited my cardiologist. There were a couple of reasons, the primary being I never went for my follow up in December but also because I have been having a few more episodes lately and my anxiety has definately increased.

Basically I was told that he isn't one for anxiety medication and exercise, meditation or yoga is a better outlet. Sigh. SIGH. It isn't that I want to be on medication but I was hoping to remedy the problem. I can't just stop what I'm doing and do 100 jumping jacks when a panic attack comes on suddenly.

Then I ask the question that has been on my mind since this whole thing started. The baby question. I was told that I am curable, which is fabulous, but the only way he sees it safe for me to go through another pregnancy is to have an ablation done.

I am waiting to get an appointment with the cardiac electrophysiologist recommended to me. It is at least two months just to talk to the specialist to go over my charts, confirm this would be the only safe way to proceed with a second child, and then take the next steps.

Part of me doesn't even want to go to the specialist. If I pretend the problem doesn't exist it will just go away right? Surgery, medical procedures and the like scare the crap out of me. So you can imagine my fear, worries and anxiety when it is something being done to my heart.

But then I think...I'd love to have a normal beating heart. I have always thought there was something wrong with the way mine sounded. I remember being at the Liberty Science Center when I was a teenager. One of the interactive activities was a spot you stood still for a moment and you could hear your heartbeat. In fact everyone around you could hear it. So we waited for our turn. Person after person the rhythms sounded similar. Then it was my turn. I stood still and what I heard was alarming to me. The beat was off, uneven and it just didn't sound right. I swear I ran off the spot and pretended nothing was wrong but I carried that with me for years.

Nothing was ever found wrong by any doctor during a standard checkup, visit for a cold, or bladder infection.

It wasn't until Nina was born that I really started to have problems.

Now I am presented with a very real possibility of being cured. Of having a normal heart. Of being able to have a second child.

But the risks of blood clots that could lead to stroke or the need for a pacemaker nearly paralyzes me.

I suppose for now all I can do is wait until I can talk to the doctor and get a clearer picture of what the procedure would mean for me specifically.

Stuff

Day 34 of 365

My baby girl turned 16 months yesterday. She is growing up so quickly. I can't imagine a life without her. Watching her grow and learn is one of the most amazing things I have ever experienced. Exhausting yes, but amazing and worth every moment of insanity.

Currently working on a custom necklace...supplies ordered and just waiting for them so I can actually make it. Sold one other piece and I already spent the money from that necklace to make a new one. I am super excited about it but I may have a hard time parting with it if it comes out as I have it envisioned. There is one more thing I need to order since I can't get it locally.

The last two days, well going on three now, I've felt pretty miserable. Headache, heart palpitations and a backache. Not to mention the lovely other stuff that goes along with my palpitation. I need to try the new doctor but it is one of those things I keep putting off. I don't like going to the doctor and the thought of doing all the tests over again makes me keep avoiding it.

That's all for tonight.

Later Lovebugs.