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
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