Today is Winona's 12th birthday. Every year on this day, I can't help but think about the nine months I was pregnant with her. It was by far the most difficult thing that I have ever had to endure. Some say that my new diagnosis is a miracle, but the real miracle is that I was able to carry a healthy baby to term.
Like many pregnant women, I experienced a lot of morning sickness, which made it impossible to keep my medication in my system. As a result, I was unable to walk on my own and had even more limited use of my hands. During those nine months, I was completely depended on others for help.
Steve had to step in and assist me with more things than a husband should ever have to deal with. He drove me to and from work, dressed me, bathed me and fed me. I guess you could say that my pregnancy was prepping him for fatherhood. ;)
Yes, this was the most uncomfortable nine months of my life (until I did it again with Sharon). Honestly, I would do it all over again in a heartbeat. Winona has a smile that lights up my day, a laugh that makes me want to laugh too and a caring heart that is not common in most children her age. I am so grateful that out of all the women in the world, God chose me to be her mom.
After living the first 33 years of my life thinking I had Spastic Diplegia, a form of Cerebal Palsey, I was correctly diagnosed with Dopa Responsive Dystonia (DRD). I am on new medication and doing things that I never imagined possible. This has changed the lives of my husband and two daughters. I truly believe that I am living a miracle each and every day. Life can't get any better than this!