What the Heck is PPCM? Part 2

You can read the first part of my story here

Luckily my parents only live a few blocks away so my mom was there in about 5 minutes. I managed to put on a bra and pull my hair back. The baby was asleep and my mom came in. I tried to tell her to listen to my chest but she told me just go. She later told me she honestly though I was congested  and was being paranoid( and in all fairness I am a very paranoid person). I kissed my sleeping baby goodbye and we headed to the hospital. The ride there was horrible. We were hitting morning traffic and I was starting to feel panic because I felt short of breath. Finally we made it to the hospital and my husband dropped me off at the ER door.

 I walked in and they asked what’s wrong. I said I’m kinda short of breath. They didn’t seem overly concerned. I filled out a quick form and she took my pulse and asked my weight, they then took me back. My nurse came in. He seemed young but knew what he was doing. He took my BP and seemed a little taken a back by how high it was. 160/95. I explained how I had just had a baby. A c-section. I was already diagnosing myself. Oh god it’s a blood clot. I know it. They took some blood and then of course a lot of waiting around. I had an EKG which appeared normal. I also had a chest X-ray. The ER doctor seemed stumped. My OBGYN came to see me but there wasn’t much she could say. She too was unsure. I was sent for a CT scan. Finally I was able to get up and go the the ladies room. I remember coming back and my nurse said I need to hook you up to monitors. At this point I was thinking, shit. This is not heading in the right direction. My husband left to go outside and make a phone call. I remember the ER doctor coming in and he looked at me very confused. He asked where my husband was. I said outside. He looked down. I knew something was up. I pressed him to tell me. I remember he said you have a lot going on. And we aren’t sure what it is. We are going to have to admit you. And you will need to go to ICU. It really wasn’t hitting me. I felt short of breathe sure but I’m not ICU sick! 

My pulmonary doctor and assistant came in to hook me up to a cpap machine and I kinda lost my cool. It was the mask and I hated it and it made me feel worse. They kept telling me to relax and let it help me but I was panicking. I asked for nasal pillows instead and they found me some. I still hated the machine but it was better then the mask. My Dad, Aunt and Husband were all now at the hospital with me. Another doctor came in. I remember him sitting down next to me and asking me how I felt. I think I muttered I’m ok or something along those lines. He looked at me, introduced himself and said “I’m your heart doctor”. And I remember the first thing that popped into my head…..why the fuck do I need a cardiologist???….

TO BE CONTINUED 

DISCLAIMER: I am not a medical professional or doctor. I am just writing about my experience and what happened to me and how my doctors decided to treat me. Everyone is different. Listen to your body and don’t be afraid to speak up if you feel something is wrong. It saved my life! 

What the heck is PPCM? Part 1

If anyone noticed my Instagram or blog Bio and I know you were hanging on my every word ;-), then you may have noticed I mentioned I suffer from  Peripartum Cardiomyopathy or PPCM. Here the medical definition from Johns Hopkins Medicine because they can put it so much better then me :

Peripartum cardiomyopathy is a weakness of the heart muscle that by definition begins sometime during the final month of pregnancy through about five months after delivery, without any other known cause. Most commonly, it occurs right after delivery. It is a rare condition that can carry mild or severe symptoms.

I’m going to level with you. I researched every single thing I thought could go wrong with my baby and I during childbirth and after. And being the paranoid person I was, I was pretty sure something would happen to me or the baby. So after a 3 day induction and then finally a c section, I thought ok that was it. I didn’t get the beautiful birth plan I wanted. Things went wrong but we are healthy. 

I remember being in recovery and the nurses fussing a little more over me then the baby. “Take care of her!” I thought. I had Gestational Diabetes. I wanted to make sure her sugars were ok. Was she healthy? She was screaming and big but was she ok? They told me she was great but they were a little concerned about my breathing and heart rate during my hours of pushing and my surgey so they were sending me back to high risk. I didn’t think anything of it.Baby  was good. I was good. I was happy. 

After several days in recovery I felt great! People came to visit and it was just a wonderful time. I noticed my blood pressure began to rise during my days of recovery. I was told it would need to be addressed when I got home. Probably through meds. It really just didn’t sink in. Yeah I was overweight and I had just had a baby, of course my BP was high. My pulmonary doctor wanted me to have a sleep study and he took a baseline chest X-ray. All looked well. 

I was released a day early even though my BP was still high. I had started to notice a tight feeling in my throat but assumed it was just acid reflux. We brought our daughter home to begin our new life.

One thing I was nervous about was the fact my home only had one bathroom upstairs. Women are asked to avoid steps as much as possible during recovery but I had no choice. The first time I had to go, climbing those steps felt like I ran a mile. I remember sitting there so out of breath it was scary. But I had felt like this for the last two months of my pregnancy so it was nothing new. I was disappointed it had not gone away but it didn’t panic me. It was more of an annoyance since I still had to go to the bathroom often. 

As we settled in for our first night, the baby went right to sleep and stayed that way for about 6 hours! I kept checking in on her because I was so nervous why she was sleeping so long but she seemed fine. I did mention to my husband that I felt like I could catch my breathe while laying down and I kept having to cough. I had received a flu shot while in the hospital for the first time ever and thought maybe it had made me sick. 

My mom came over the next day to help out with things and I mentioned it to her. She’s a nurse so I always run things by her. She thought I was just over doing it after my surgery and wanted me to rest more. So I spent the day on the sofa taking care of the baby and relaxing. While I was in the hospital they had let me know that a visiting nurse could come to the house because it was covered under my insurance. She would come to check the baby as well as myself. So I said sure. 

She arrived late in the afternoon and she immedialy asked me if my legs had been that swollen. I shrugged. Yeah I guess they had but I heard that was normal. She checked on the baby and then focused on me. My BP was very high. 160/110.  She asked me to lay on my right side for 10 minutes. It didn’t help. She let me know she had to report it to you doctor. Within  15 minutes of her leaving, the doctor called and asked that I come in first thing in the morning. I was so annoyed. I had just gotten home! But we made plans for me to go get checked the next morning. That night we had more visitors and I felt fine. My husband went upstairs to go to bed and I decided to stay downstairs with the baby. Honestly the thought of going up the stairs was exhausting. 

The baby fell asleep in her swing and I laid down on the couch. I could not sleep or get comfortable. I had this annoying cough that would not go away. Also I could hear this crackling sound in my chest. Great, I thought, a cold. Just what I need. Around 6 am I climbed the steps to go to the bathroom. I remember coughing and suddenly I burst into tears. I knew in my heart something wasn’t right. I coughed so hard from crying into a tissue that I saw blood. That was it. I called my mom to come watch the baby and woke up my husband and told him he had to take me to the ER. I know they thought I was paranoid and I hoped I was. Unfortunately I wasn’t……..


To be CONTINUED


DISCLAIMER: I am not a medical professional or doctor. I am just writing about my experience and what happened to me and how my doctors decided to treat me. Everyone is different. Listen to your body and don’t be afraid to speak up if you feel something is wrong. It saved my life! 

Fast Food 

 

I remember sitting down at the table one night and my mom had made Meatloaf. Again. Don’t get me wrong, my mother is an amazing cook. She worked night shifts as a nurse and since my Dad had to cook some meals, Meatloaf was kind of a go to since it was easy to make. Just as we were sitting down to eat my older sister walked through the door. She is ten years older than me so at that time she was pretty much doing her own thing for dinner. She had a bag of McDonald’s in her hand. I started whining to my parent’s that I would rather have McDonalds then meatloaf. My dad said, “Well when you are old enough and can drive, then you can get whatever you want for dinner”.

Those words stuck with me. I loved the thought of being able to have the freedom to choose my own food whenever I wanted. I was a very thin child and my mother made sure we always ate healthy. Dad gave us treats and honestly so did my Mom but things were controlled.  

As soon as I learned to drive, it all changed. My friends and I would drive around aimlessly hitting up McDonald’s or Wendy’s or Taco Bell for a late night snacks. I never wanted to eat at home. My sister and I used to go get chicken nuggets before dinner, eat them in the car and then go home and eat. I worked in a grocery store where I had unlimited access to healthy foods but I always went for the junk. Then a pizza place opened next door. So of course we started ordering dinner from there every night. My whole world became fast food. And the scale quickly reflected that. 

When I started Weight Watchers the first time, I quickly learned all the points values of my favorite fast food items and I never gave them up. Just ate less of them. And I lost weight. 80 lbs. actually. But of course the pounds came back as my sandwich with no fries slowly turned back into a Super-Sized Meal with Soda.

I feel like Fast Food is an addiction for me. And even though I have been doing much better recently, I have not beaten it.  If I feel sad or stressed or tired and don’t want to prep dinner, take out it is. My husband hates fast food and I don’t want my daughter falling into the same bad habits I have. So my question to you is:

 

Do you have a Fast Food addiction?

If so, how did you beat it or how are you working on beating it?

 



 

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Fitbit zip Giveaway!!!(CLOSED)

I could not be more excited to be giving away a FitBit zip to one lucky follower! I recently purchased my first FitBit and I love it!! I work a desk job and it’s very easy for me to only get up once or twice a day. Wearing my Fitbit helps me to remember to get up and move. I love setting daily goals for myself and then trying to beat them!  

The Fitbit zip tracks your steps, distance and calories burned. The information is wirelessly transmitted to your supported device ( iPhone, smart phone, etc) to your Fitbit App. You can track your progress throughout the day. I love to check in midday to see if I am on track to beat yesterday. 

The Fitbit app also has a Challange feature where you can Challange your friends to see who can have the most steps in a day, week or weekend. My coworkers and I are having a lot of fun with this!! 

I recently had a baby and shortly after developed a heart condition. I just started to exercise again and this device is great for beginners as well as people who are used to moving more. I really hope you enjoy it as much as I do! 



Here’s how to enter:

 Follow me on Instagram:wwmommy103 and leave me an Instagram comment telling me you’ve done so 

Optional to earn a second entry: Leave a Comment on the blog telling me about your fitness goals, ways you would use your Fitbit or just tell me about your fitness journey 

Two entires per person max (one for following me and one for a comment) 

Open to US Residents Only 

There will be one Winner who will receive the Fitbit Zip shown in the photos above 

I will randomly select 1 winner from all the entries. Your follow and/or comment  will be assigned a number and I will use random.org to select the winner.The winner will be notified either via Instagram or email. 

Contest begins Tuesday March 3 at 5am EST and ends Monday March 9th at 11pm EST. The winner will be selected and announced within 24 hours 

This contest is not sponsored by Fitbit. I received this Fitbit zip as a gift and would like to pass it along for someone to enjoy. I blog and Instagram for fun and I’m always looking to make new friends. If you already have a Fitbit, I’d love to be friends. My email is jdziengowski@gmail.com

My Thoughts on Trader Joes 

A few weeks back my sister and I were discussing Trader Joes and how much people seem to love it . There are not many around here but we both work close to one. It is always packed. Day,night, weekends, whenever! 

So one day last week I had some time to kill between and work and an appointment so I decided to take a ride over. As soon as I pulled into the parking spot I wanted to turn around. I don’t eat healthy enough to be here! I don’t eat organic! After calming myself down, I headed in. I was immediately greeted by a nice man with a name tag. Oh great, he’s probably looking at me like, why are YOU here? But of course he wasn’t. I was just another customer. I started looking around and quickly realized that I had been stereotyping the Trader Joe’s shoppers. Sure there were very fit people but there were also all different kinds of people. Regular families shopping for the week.

As I made my way through the aisles I felt a little lost. I didn’t recognize any of the “brands”.  Have you seen that cheese section?! I haven’t even heard of half of them. I walked around a bit more and settled on a some sanwhich thins, reduced guilt Guac, hard boiled eggs and of course the Cookie Butter I had heard so much about. Despite the store being packed, a check out line was available right away and I was quickly out of there. 

Even though I didn’t buy much, I have really enjoyed the products I did buy. I’ll definitely be back in the future. It feels good to go out of your comfort zone and try new things. Besides I’m pretty sure I’ll go through withdrawal if I run out of Cookie butter! 

So, what items do I HAVE to try??

Anything I should avoid?? 

Is anyone else as obsessed with Cookie Butter as me?