When I begin this blog, it was an opportunity to write little anecdotes about my thought and feelings about pregnancy. It was a handful of short notes about the beginning of a long journey. That journey took a detour that nobody saw coming.
On the evening of Wednesday Feb 29th, at 25 weeks pregnant, and being only 26 year old, I had a stroke.
For the lack of better phrase, I am still "rapping my head" around this fact. I am healthy, young and had a sharp mind, and besides stroke happen to old people. Strokes are what happen to people at my grandmothers church, or someone you hear about who was a former Odd Fellows member with my grandfather. No me. Not someone like me, in my prime, and definitely not someone 6 months pregnant. But here I am. I am writing this blog, the first one in a while, from my hospital bed.
The 2 bit of information that I think are most important are these.
1. My baby Girl is fine, and will live to her full term inside me, and once she is born she will be as beautiful and perfect as I can possible imagine.
and
2. I too will eventually be fine. I have a long road ahead of me with a lot of work and sometimes frustrations, but I can do it.
If this has taught me anything the past 5 days, is that I am so NOT alone. I am so incredibly blessed with with the best support network anyone could ask for. And the lead ringer of the group of most amazing people a person could be luck to know, has been my husband. He has been my rock since this started, and I know with him, and everyone else, in my corner, I am going to come out of this better and stronger than I was before.
That is my promise.
