Rocco and I talked about babies a million years ago, before we got on the IF train ride through the jungle. We agreed that we would welcome a baby if s/he had Down Syndrome. Of course we would.
Then it became a very real chance of becoming a part of our lives.
What had we signed up for.
Hours, days, google searches, board binging, blog binging. I walked with the families who have a member with Down Syndrome.
I am ashamed to admit I was afraid of what I would find. How it would make me feel.
My last post did not represent coming to terms with Down Syndrome. I made it look easy. Cut and dry. Simple. It wasn't that easy. There were a lot of big scary rocks I had to look under. Heart surgeries. OPEN heart surgeries. It was terrifying.
These families put it all in perspective. Law love the internet. I was able to read about diagnoses, both before and at birth. Parents took it in stride, parents reeled, parents processed. It was magnificent to see family after family arrive at the same place. One of my favorite bloggers tags her posts on the bulletin board with facts about all three of her kids - left handed, curly haired, and T21. Fact, fact, fact.
Not "normal" chromosomes. Typical.
No Trisomy 18.
No Down Syndrome.