I’m Not Special

It wasn’t a religious thing, nor was it a moral thing. And, I am not special.

I didn’t want a baby with Down syndrome. Really, I didn’t. But more than that, I didn’t want to face an abortion.

She was a wanted baby. We made her on purpose. We were thrilled and excited to be pregnant again. It is not like this was some college accident.

I am lucky... I can get pregnant at the drop of a... well, you know how it works. We could have very easily done a do-over. Two, three months later I would have been pregnant again. Most likely it would have been a perfectly typical baby.

But to get there, I would have had to choose death for the zygote, fetus, baby that was already on the way. I, me personally, would have had to say definitively that this person should not live. Then I would have had to get up on the table to prove it.

I just couldn’t do it to her.

And everyday, as I bask in the light that shines mysteriously around her, I am so thankful that her story didn’t end that way.

Photo credit: Artist Anaa