“Mom don’t cry,” I said holding back my own tears, “you’re gonna be ok.” Tears ran down my mother’s face as she gazed up at me. I squeezed her cold hand and watched her lay in fear as she prepped for her fourth heart surgery. It’s the hardest thing in the world seeing someone you love go through so much heartache...literally. A nurse escorted us to the hospital lobby, and I continued to hide my sad eyes. Dad, Grandma, my two siblings and I, waited in the lobby for 6 straight hours as my mom underwent her surgery.
The Methodist Hospital in Indianapolis was spacious and very welcoming. The lobby had high ceilings, an astonishing water fountain, and a relaxing theme with real palm trees. I pushed together two cushioned chairs and slept most of the time; I was running on about 4 hours of sleep. When my mom was finally released and it was time for us to visit her, we made our way up to her room. As I approached my mom, she was laying slightly propped up in the hospital bed. The cradle bars were …show more content…
Now that I’m older, I obviously know what had happened. My mom was simply overwhelmed with the loss of her grandma, and started showing symptoms of cardiac arrest. At the time, everyone was sure she was having a heart attack, but she wasn’t. My mom was having PVCs, which stands for premature ventricular contraction. It basically means that the heart has abnormal beats that can cause extreme chest pains; these are usually caused by an abundance of stress. When my mom was diagnosed with PVCs, she was put on a heart monitor which tracked her heart beats. It was hooked up on the outside of her chest with those weird, sticky dot things. She only had to wear it for twenty-four hours, but in that twenty-four hours her heart skipped 47,000 times. Doctors all over have always been so dumbfounded on how her heart could have possibly skipped that many times. It seems too unreal to believe, but it
The Methodist Hospital in Indianapolis was spacious and very welcoming. The lobby had high ceilings, an astonishing water fountain, and a relaxing theme with real palm trees. I pushed together two cushioned chairs and slept most of the time; I was running on about 4 hours of sleep. When my mom was finally released and it was time for us to visit her, we made our way up to her room. As I approached my mom, she was laying slightly propped up in the hospital bed. The cradle bars were …show more content…
Now that I’m older, I obviously know what had happened. My mom was simply overwhelmed with the loss of her grandma, and started showing symptoms of cardiac arrest. At the time, everyone was sure she was having a heart attack, but she wasn’t. My mom was having PVCs, which stands for premature ventricular contraction. It basically means that the heart has abnormal beats that can cause extreme chest pains; these are usually caused by an abundance of stress. When my mom was diagnosed with PVCs, she was put on a heart monitor which tracked her heart beats. It was hooked up on the outside of her chest with those weird, sticky dot things. She only had to wear it for twenty-four hours, but in that twenty-four hours her heart skipped 47,000 times. Doctors all over have always been so dumbfounded on how her heart could have possibly skipped that many times. It seems too unreal to believe, but it