
I ended up not having issues getting pregnant (it took about 3 months).

He explained that many women with lupus go into remission during pregnancy.

I heard conflicting opinions among doctors on whether lupus would affect my fertility. Initially, I was also concerned with how my pregnancy would be affected.Īfter speaking with my rheumatologist I was more hopeful. I was definitely concerned about lupus affecting my ability to get pregnant. How was the beginning of your pregnancy journey? I do not currently know any other mothers or potential mothers with lupus. Despite how common it is, the disease is unpredictable and poorly understood. It affects 5 million people around the world, with 16,000 new cases reported each year. Lupus is an autoimmune disease, meaning your immune system attacks your own tissues and organs. In this post, Haley tells us about her experience with lupus during pregnancy and after her daughter’s birth. But having lupus further heightens Haley’s challenges. The intense and exhausting challenges of raising a newborn are, of course, difficult for all parents. The proof is under my bed and in the back of my closet.Haley Dorfman is a new mother to a beautiful little girl. I wanted to tell them nothing ever ends it just piles up. I’m craving the boring sublime.Īt the coffeeshop, I listened to two men discuss investing in ammonia, how the price had tripled, and they’re going to be so rich by the end of the pandemic. But I’m also looking forward to running through dull terrain where people aren’t taking pictures or getting married and my thoughts are mine alone. I’ll miss the cinematography of the experience, the hyper-mediated sensation of running through a location defined by the movies.

Then I went for my last run through Central Park. They wrapped around the corner and all the way down the block. Walking around the city, I passed long lines for COVD-testing. My mother’s grade-school report card (straight A’s except for gym). Now I’m dragging them squinting into the light, and they seem to shiver in my hand, awaiting judgment. These days I spend most of my time frowning at objects once happily forgotten in the shadows beneath my bed or the back of my closet. Highs in the fifties and the sun went down at 4:29pm-one more minute of daylight.
