Still in the hospital. They switched the medication from verapamil to diltiazem, and the new one has helped my heart rate to go down and has reduced the PVCs. I might get to go home this afternoon. And everyone (3-4 cardiologists and an OB or 2) says that the baby should be fine. And they could take me off the medicine after I give birth so I can breastfeed, and I could have the surgery really soon after and only miss 24 hours of feeding and then be normal again. So right now I'm just crossing my fingers that they won't want to increase the dose (it was suggested by someone this morning), because I think I'd say no to that. Apparently it's at the higher doses (okay, probably way high) when the bunny fetuses in animal studies start dying. All in all, I guess it hasn't been too bad. Yeah, there's been a lot of crying, but that's because I worry a lot about the baby. Eric's pretty tired, and I know he's stressed about keeping up with his schoolwork, but the weekend is coming. The hospital kind of blows, but most of the doctors and nurses and aids are really nice and helpful. I have an awesome TA who can teach my class for as long as I need, and people at my job at the church office building are fasting for me. And at least it's something that *can* be fixed, even if I have to wait until after baby comes (hopefully healthy and un-defected) to have the surgery. Plus, apparently all this time I may have been working off of fewer productive beats - like if my heart rate is 80, counting the "appropriate" beats it's 40. The bad beats don't happen as much during exercise, but maybe fixing the problem will eventually help me run faster.
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