After the doctor looked her over, he came to the bed and told us he was 99% sure she had Down syndrome. I remember thinking, how am I going to love this baby? How am I going to look at her and find her beautiful? We didn’t know anything about Down syndrome or special needs kids. I didn’t know how to interact or anything like that. It was so foreign, and I was scared to be her mom... I just saw a little girl with no future. That’s really what I saw…
“We have found several things wrong with the fetus. It isn’t growing at an appropriate rate, and according to the current bloodwork, it will have a myriad of health issues and other difficulties in life, causing strain and pain for, not only the fetus, but yourself and others you care for. Furthermore, after looking in your file, your uterus won’t be able to carry to full term… and if you ARE able to carry full term, either you or your baby will very likely not make it. For these reasons, I am suggesting termination...”
“I’m pregnant.” Yes, the words most parents dread to hear coming from their 17-year old. I chose to let my parents know by way of a handwritten note as I was to scared and panic stricken to speak to them face-to-face. This was the toughest thing I have ever had to share with them. This was the beginning of a long journey of guilt, shame, secrecy, embarrassment, and fear.
June 2018 marks two years since we received the key to 60 B Tupper St. N. My thoughts at that time were, “Let’s clean up a bit, put on the coffee, open the doors and begin loving on people.”
God’s thoughts are deep and He does great works.