Pardon the Interruption....

So I have to step outside of telling the story for a minute and jump into real time. Real life. As some of you know, yesterday I was enjoying the day, celebrating my brother’s birthday with him in Miami Beach. I had come to Florida to speak at an internal conference of Shire HGT, the pharmaceutical company that makes Case’s Elaprase drug, as well as the intrathecal idursulfase that he is receiving in the clinical trial. After the conference, I met up with my brother to walk around Miami Beach, talk, and just enjoy the weather and the scenery.

Chris (my husband) called at one point and started the conversation with the words, “I have bad news.”

My (un)Planned Son - Part 1

Now, this child was entirely unplanned, you see. This was a go-back-to-the-calendar, count-up-the-days, scratch-your-head, then sit-down-and-freak-out unplanned.

I’ve had to work to forgive myself for the next part.

My (under)Planned Son

So our second son was not really planned, or really, not expected to happen so soon in several ways. I mean, it takes 4 years for the first one and the second just decides that he’d really like to join the party as soon as possible. As many women know, it was quite difficult to chase after a crawling, then walking, then running child when you are sick, tired, then hugely pregnant.

My (over)Planned Son

After having four miscarriages, I relished being pregnant. God knew what He was doing much better than I did. Even the bad parts of pregnancy were like music to my ears. The sick and throwing up part – just a bonus. I understood that the sickness came from the pregnancy hormones that rage through a woman’s body. And to me, the more sick I was, the less likely I was to lose this baby as well.