It was a Friday in the end of March 2007 and I was about 4 months pregnant with the little man. I woke up that morning with pins and needles from the chest and down. Thought I'd call the maternity ward and ask if there were any reason to worry. As we were off on Easter holiday to Denmark the next day, they wanted me to have a scan just to make sure everything was fine. It was and I was told the pins and needles probably were from the baby pressing on some nerves. Well then, no need to think more about that.
A couple of days later a little black spot appears in front of my right eye. Annoying but I drew no connection between that and the pins and needles. A week and a half later we're back home in London, the pins and needles had gone but the black spot in front of my eye was still there. What to do...? Should really get it checked shouldn't I? My friend and I were out shopping and passed an optician, I thought "let's ask if they can see anything before phoning the doctor." The optician was very nice and helpful, said he would strongly advise me to go to the eye hospital in London straight away. Puzzled, we leave. My friend said she'll come with me so she could look after the princess (who was 20 months old at the time) while I see the doctor. So off we go, wait for hours, I was seen and told it's inflamition on the optic nerve, it would go away by itself but would I kindly come back in 1 or 2 weeks time to see their neurologist. Thought it was a bit strange but got an appointment the following Friday.
I arrange for the princess to be looked after, turn down the daddy's offer to come with me, don't really see the need and won't have him using a holiday to come with me. That Friday afternoon, I wished I'd said "Yes, you can come".
I saw the neurologist, he's very nice (he had even been to the little town in Denmark I am from) but he was also very sorry to inform me that I have MS. He couldn't say 100% before I have an MRI scan but he's 99% sure. I left, called the daddy to tell him, put on my sunglasses and with a knot in my tummy, tears running down my cheeks, I got the underground home to my little princess, her daddy (my soulmate) with a message that changed our lives.
This is 4½ years ago. We have since moved to my home town in Denmark and live a fantastic and happy life. Yes, I'm disabled (handicapable as I like to call it) but first of all, I am a mummy with a fantastic family!