Mike and I are pleased to announce the birth of our daughter, Sophie Elise Drolet on Tuesday July 31, 2012.
On Monday night my water broke despite the fact that my due date was originally for August 20th. We had planned with our team of excellent doctors to have a c-section on the 13th of August since we were all a little uncertain how a regular birth would affect me and my Neuromyelitis Optica (NMO) symptoms. Would it cause a flair up? Would I have a relapse? Would nothing happen? So naturally it was quite the surprise when my water broke by itself. I never experienced any contractions so once we arrived at the hospital I was not surprised to find out that I was not dilated. My options were 1: get induced and wait for the contractions and try for a regular birth, or 2: go straight to a c-section. In my heart I always wanted to do a regular birth because I wanted my daughter to arrive in this world when she was ready, not when I forced her out. Now that she did decide when she would arrive, we discussed it at length and went straight for the c-section. The ultimate deciding factor was the word “emergency”. If after being induced I still had to do an emergency c-section I would be disappointed and more scared than if I made the decision myself and high stress situations do affect my symptoms. And let’s be honest: I’ve already had several more moments in this lifetime where I find myself in the hospital with the word “emergency” – thank you NMO (note my sarcasm), so I didn’t need one more. A little part of me feels like I was a bit of a coward not trying for a regular birth but I’m calling my c-section as a safety so I feel somewhat better.
At 12:44pm on Tues. July 31st, we brought our beautiful daughter into this world. Sophie weighed just 5 lbs 6 oz and was 18.5 inches long.
In hindsight I will admit that this has been a long journey. There was a moment after diagnosis that I questioned if I would ever be a Mom. Over the last couple of years I resigned to the fact that I could still enjoy a fulfilled life if I didn’t become a Mom. I think my husband did too. Yet, it was still really important that I tried otherwise I’d always wonder what if. During IVF I had moments of sadness; the typical “it’s not fair” and “why me” that I questioned in private and would ocassionally find myself crying silently in the tub or under the shower. Even now, I worry if I’ll ever be a good enough Mom when the NMO strikes. Is it really fair to Sophie that she has a Mom who might one day have significant health issues and who went into this knowing that? There are a lot of questions that go unanswered but I can tell you right now that I love her so much that it doesn’t matter anymore.
On day 2 we had a professional photographer stop into our room at the hospital who took wonderful photos of our new family (see below).
Thank you so much to the entire NMO community for cheering me on, believing in me and always being there when I had my doubts. This wouldn’t have been possible without the love and support of my NMO family.