My husband Cody and I with our daughter, Lilah, finally moved out of my in-laws’ home and into our own place in the mountains, and life felt like it was finally falling into place. It was my dream home and the perfect place to raise our family. About a month later, everything changed.
One night, I woke up at around 3 a.m. with a strange tingling sensation in my left arm. It wasn’t painful, just uncomfortable. At first, I assumed I’d slept on it wrong.
But something didn’t feel right. I wasn’t even lying on that side. After about an hour, I woke my husband and we went to the emergency room.
Doctors ran tests, including an electrocardiogram, but when it showed nothing concerning, they sent me home. I was only 24, healthy and active. A couple of hours later, my mom called.
The hospital had contacted her, as she was my emergency contact, and they couldn’t get hold of me. They told her that I needed to return immediately. My blood work had come back.
A troponin test, which measures proteins released when the heart muscle is damaged, showed elevated levels. Doctors suspected I had suffered a heart attack. I was also four weeks pregnant with my son Brayden, now 10, which meant doctors couldn’t perform all the tests they normally would.
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