Doctors had encouraged me to use birth control throughout our marriage. My stroke, according to them, probably hadn’t impaired my fertility. Some said I’d need to consult medical experts to insure that I didn’t have another stroke or life-threatening consequences if I wanted to become pregnant.
We sought out the specialists even before becoming pregnant. Some labeled me high risk because of my prior stroke, paraplegia and/or age. I was 36. Other doctors said I’d need to be hospitalized for much of my pregnancy. A few said I wouldn’t feel anything and that I could wake-up with a baby in our bed. Often I felt that we were educating the medical world about our romantic sexual relationship and our right to reproduce. Health professionals unwittingly scared, rather than inspired us.