My MS Journey: Chapter 5-A New Life, A New Love, and A Birthday I'll Never Forget
Some seasons of life are so full of joy that they almost make you forget how hard the road was to get there.
6/25/20263 min read
Moving Fast and Having No Regrets
I was the happiest I had been in a long time.
We moved fast and I want to be clear about something. I have absolutely no regrets about that. When you know, you know. And I knew. Moving in together felt exciting because I was sharing a home with someone I genuinely enjoyed being around every single day. It didn't feel rushed. It felt right.
My family supported it, and that meant everything to me. Having the people you love in your corner when you're building something new gives you a kind of confidence that's hard to explain. I wasn't just happy, I was settled. Peaceful. Finally in a place that felt like home in every sense of the word.
Life was good. Really good.
A Second Test Just to Be Sure
Several months after moving in together, I found out I was pregnant.
And I'll be honest with you, I couldn't believe it the first time I looked at that test. I actually took a second one just to confirm it because my mind wasn't ready to accept what my eyes were seeing. But there it was. Confirmed that we were having a baby.
We were both excited. Expanding our family felt like the most natural next step for where we were in our relationship. This was the man who had researched my MS on his own, showed up to my neurologist appointments, and loved me completely. Now we were going to bring a child into the world together.
I also want to share something that I know many women living with MS wonder about — pregnancy and this disease. I am happy to report that I had no MS related issues during my pregnancy. No flare ups, no new symptoms, nothing that made my pregnancy harder than it already was. My body gave me grace during that season and I am still grateful for it.
It's A Boy
When we went for the ultrasound and found out we were having a boy I was overjoyed. We celebrated with a beautiful baby shower surrounded by family and friends who loved us. I was ready. My bags were packed, my heart was full, and I was just waiting for my son to make his arrival.
And then the waiting was over. I started having contractions and went to the hospital but the doctor said, it wasn't time. Shortly after midnight my water broke. And so began what would be one of the longest and most intense experiences of my life, 12 hours of labor.
I want every mother reading this to take a moment and appreciate that number. Twelve hours of labor is no small thing. But I was determined. I was focused. I was ready to meet my son.
The Moment Everything Stopped
After all of those hours, I was told I needed to have a C-section. I had been watching The TLC channel and learning how to push, but I wouldn't get that opportunity.
I was nervous but not just for the reasons you might think. During the process we discovered that my son had a bowel movement in the womb. For those who may not know, this can be dangerous because if a baby inhales or swallows it during delivery, it can cause serious complications. The most important thing in that moment was that he cried when he arrived. That cry would tell us he was okay. That he hadn't been affected.
I laid there and waited for that sound. And when it came, when my son announced himself to the world with that cry — I exhaled in a way I don't think I ever had before. He was here. He was healthy. Seven pounds of pure perfection. I was a mommy.
He Came on My Birthday
Now here is the part of this story that I love telling people most. My son was born on my birthday. Yes, we share a birthday and no that does not happen often. It is one of those things that sounds too good to be true but is absolutely real. I was still a little drugged up from the C-section when it happened, but I remember it clearly, family and friends gathered around us singing happy birthday to both of us.
It is one of my favorite memories in the world. Over the years we have celebrated together sometimes and separately other times. But for the most part I let him have his moment. His birthday is his day to shine. I had plenty of birthdays before he came along. Now his arrival is the greatest gift any birthday could ever bring me.
After everything I had walked through — the diagnosis, the injections, the heartbreak, the rebuilding, this was my reminder that life had beautiful things waiting for me too. My son was proof of that.
In Chapter 6, I'll share what life looked like adjusting to motherhood while managing MS and how my village showed up for me in ways I didn't expect.
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