Last Monday night, my MIL called to say that her husband was having chest pains and needed to go to the hospital. The next call we got was from my SIL who said he had coded twice and that we needed to get there ASAP. After dropping off the kids at my dad’s house, we went to the ER and found that he had coded a third time. My SIL, a nurse, said she didn’t expect he’d make it after all of that. Thankfully, she was wrong.
FIL is doing okay a week later. He coded another time over the past week, but he’s doing amazingly well all things considered. (Before we left the ER on Monday, he was joking around in the bed.) The doctors thought he had a heart attack at first, but later decided it was a heart rhythm issue that they’ll need to give him a pacemaker for. He should have surgery for that this week, so hopefully things go well.
My FIL is my daughter’s favorite person, hands down. She has told MIL before that she doesn’t need to be there when she visits since BG only wants to see him. She doesn’t say it with malice, but it still hits hard just the same. When BG found out about FIL going to the hospital, her response was, “Well, I’m not visiting Grandma anymore until he comes home.” Lawd. I can’t imagine how hard that would be on her if something did happen. Hopefully we won’t have to worry about that for a long time.
I’ll do another update post later. Between visiting the hospital and stuff with the kids, it has been kinda hectic. I’m going to host Thanksgiving on Thursday, so I’m sure I’ll find time to write a post freaking out on Wednesday.
Hope all is well with y’all!