Rough weekend

Here is the summary of the third bad thing to happen in as many months. Bad things come in threes right?? Hopefully nothing else happens between now and May. Otherwise this little one is going to be born stressed and pulling their hair out like me. LOL.

Friday night my dad decided to have a mild heart attack. He's been in the hospital since then. I just talked to mom and it sounds like they are going to send him home today. Basically after we had dinner with the in-laws Friday and passed off Anthony to them for the night, we got a call from my mom saying that we needed to come get Evelyn so that she could take dad to the emergency room. He went for a bicycle ride Friday afternoon to test out his new heart monitor (since it was so nice) and had called her to come pick him up. He noticed that his heart rate was dropping when it should not have been and he lost his power. He had to walk up a hill he normally has no problem climbing. When mom picked him up, she noticed that he didn't even have the strength to pick up Evelyn. That combined with the tingling he said he felt was enough to make he take him in.

They ER did an EKG, blood work, and called in the heart doctor. They were concerned enough that they did an angiogram around 9. Meanwhile I was calling my brother, sister, and dad's big brother to try and let them know what was going on and keep them updated as well as watching Evelyn. And she was less than happy about the situation as well. Anyway, Saturday they went back and forth saying it was a heart attack, no it wasn't. They thought he could go home, then some of the tests came back and they didn't like what they saw. So he stayed there yesterday as well. Apparently they have decided that yes, he did have a very mild heart attack. I talked to mom a little while ago. It seems that he will go home sometime today. They have ordered him lunch, but say he can go after he gets his instructions and next appointment set up.

So, between the stress of keeping everyone updated, watching a very active 2-year-old, and worrying it was a rough weekend. So, I'm going home early to try to get some time to recover, de-stress, cope, and be alone.