I wish I'd had something like this when I was first considering having a baby. I had a good role model in the form of my then psychotherapist who was post-polio and the mother of three grown children. Of course, I also had negative input from within my family-- My step-father said that disabled parents were guaranteed to, at best, be neglectful. Fortunately, everybody else, my siblings and my mother, told him he was wrong and out of line.

I tried to do research into resources for parents with disabilities and found very, very little. Of course, my primary disability is psychiatric (anxiety), so it's a different set of problems, and I can pass. Even the fibro can be hidden if I'm careful.