When I was first diagnosed with MS I had many questions and fears. Would I see my daughter walk down the aisle one day? Would I see my boys – who were at the beginning of middle school – graduate from high school? Would I ever know the pleasure of holding grandchildren in my arms?
Fast forward 6 years: My daughter became married, gave me my first grandchild, a granddaughter, and my twin boys both graduated from high school!
That all sure got here fast! Saying I am thankful is an understatement. I certainly do not take any of these blessing for granted.
It would be very remiss of me if I failed to mention that I had the highest honor of witnessing the birth of my granddaughter. It was scary, exciting, and one of the most magical events I have ever experienced. Giving birth to my children was pretty amazing. But watching my daughter bring life into the world was pretty much the cherry on top.
As she labored and experienced a good portion of natural labor due to a failed epidural, I have never felt such a wide range of emotions. My baby girl was a rock star bringing her baby girl into the world!
Laney had a midwife. This proved to be such a wonderful experience. I’ll admit, I was a bit a bit skeptical at first. Honestly I now wish that was the route I had taken years ago. She was with her through the entire duration.
The midwife, knowing I had MS, took extra caution with me. The air in the labor room was not working well and we were in the heat of an August in Georgia. When she saw I was tiring from helping my son-in-law hold Laney’s legs during labor, she gave me a front row seat to watch as she held her leg, taking my place. Another dear friend of the family, Laney’s former doctor, was with us also. She fanned Laney and put cold wash cloths on her – and did the same for me. We were both well taken care of.
It was 30 grueling hours for Laney; I was with her about 15 of those hours.
In spite of it all, the fruits of her labor resulted in the most beautiful prize at the end.
My life was temporarily interrupted by Multiple Sclerosis. But my initial fears did not become reality. I count my blessings, one by one. I try hard not to keep an account of the things I have lost.
Today, I am still very much experiencing more of the beauty of this journey.
The optimist sees the rose and not its thorns; the pessimist stares at the thorns, oblivious to the rose.
– Kahlil Gibran
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