After everything we had been through together it was all looking up from here. Our first trimester was almost over, the risk of miscarrying was going to drop drastically when we reached this milestone. We had just decided to announce to the world, aka Facebook, that we were having baby! We had planned a trip to go back to Kentucky/Ohio to visit family.
It was a Sunday afternoon and we were laying on the couch. My husband had been having dizzy spells for almost a year now, daily. But, after a while you get us to it and don't pay much mind to it anymore. My husband got up to get something to drink. When he stood up I seen out of the corner of my eye him bracing himself against the wall. I knew he was dizzy and it would pass in a few seconds. The split second I looked away I heard him hit the floor.
I jumped up running to him. When I reached him he convulsed so hard, hitting his head and arm against our french doors. I didn't know what to do, so I grabbed him holding him for dear life. I didn't wanting him hurting himself anymore than what he already had. After fighting me for a minute he began to calm down and come to again. He had no idea what had happened, completely blacked out. What do you do when you see someone you love in this situation? Panic!
I began running around, not knowing what to do. So I called the one person I knew that would know, my mom. She got me to calm down and take breath. It wasn't good for me to be panicked, Eric needed me to be strong. Plus, it wasn't good for the baby. I took him to the ER and after running test we didn't get any real answers, only bruises and a pump knot on his head. They told him that he might have hypostatic hypertension. Which basically means his blood pressure drops suddenly if he gets up to fast. He was told to eat healthy and no more alcohol.
Needless to say, I worry about him even now.
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