I have one son whom I love to death. However, I had him when I was in a years long remission from symptoms of BP. In fact I thought I was cured. Actually I thought the doctors were wrong and I never had BP in the first place. He was planned although it wasn’t the best plan - I was still in college and we were not married yet, and we were living with my MIL at the time because we didn’t have the money to live on our own. But we survived.

After my son was born he did. Not. Sleep. Like ever. He’s still that way today; only needs about six hours of sleep and then he’s off and running for the day. The sleep deprivation challenged me but I still didn’t become symptomatic until he was about 2 and a half. Then we went through hell, with my husband developing a drug addiction and eventually dying.

I love my son but I’m glad my husband and I only had the one before he died. I won’t have another one even if I meet someone else. I just can’t be off my medication for ten months. I just can’t. And I know I wouldn’t be able to deal with the stress of a newborn again. No, I’m one and done and happy with that.