When the anaesthetic was injected into my veins, I lay there in the hospital, with one hand resting on my stomach, hoping to send some kind of message to our baby girl that I was there with her. I wanted to tell her I was so very sorry for what we had decided to do. I groggily woke up in the recovery ward a few hours later, and I placed my hand back on my stomach again. She was gone.
Our little baby, who we nicknamed ‘Dot’, given her tiny size when we first found out I was pregnant, had Trisomy 21, more commonly known as Down Syndrome. We found out when I was at 15 weeks. We had safely gotten through the first trimester, and had broken the exciting news that we were expecting, to our families and friends.
When my partner and I first found out, it felt like the most unfair news you could possible receive. We were both fit and healthy (aside from a bit of a sweet tooth on my partner’s behalf). We had tried to be good, and ethical people. We both pretty much gave up on eating meat a few years ago, because that didn’t quite feel right. I work in designing programs that create positive social impact. My partner had always tried to choose jobs where he could also give back, and gives money to multiple charities every year. We have the most incredibly strong relationship, the kind of love that I never actually knew was possible. We were so excited to work on being great parents. And this happened to us?
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For those who think that we took the easy way out….
To my beautiful baby.
It was a joy when we find out we were having our first child together, my second and your dads first. You were a boy just like we wanted. Another by to play with your older brother and share a room. You guys would have so much fun….I could already imagined…. Playing pirates, playing camping tents in the room until late nigh….arguing to see who would take shower last…. Our family was finally complete, you were finally here.
I had so much little clothes and little shoes…. I loved to smell then and imagined which smell you would have, I was certainly sure it would be the smell of clean lean mixture with cotton candy. I was so happy…. You made me happy, you made me stronger…I work harder at my projects; I tried to live each day at the time to enjoy each minute of that expected pregnancy……
We had a 3 D ultrasound, I could see you moving and attached to my body as almost hugging me from inside, I felt so loved, you loved me, I loved you, and that’s all it mattered at that time.
In one routine exam I heard for the first time the news…. trisomy 21…..I heard you had that, plus other complications in other organs. My questions was how this could happen since we planned you so much and took all vitamins…never abused any drugs, never did nothing bad to anybody…..matter fact I worked in a Charity Institution for many years…why us?
Days passed and another more invasive test confirmed that you were doomed to live in a world full of prejudice, lack of decent care, lack of compassion, and constant doctors’ visits….you had blood in parts that you was not supposed to have…. It was scary and I could not do anything. I blamed myself so much for taking some medications in the months before I got pregnant…..even though the doctors informed me that there was no link between those meds and Down syndrome….. but I did, I blame myself, I blamed your dad, I blamed the doctors, I changed doctors, I research about what could be done possibly….I did not get anywhere…nothing could be done…it was a disorder in your genetic makeup…. First time ever in our family. I was under 30 at that time.
I drove everyday sobbing in my car, sometimes had to park my car to the side of the road to cry…. Then get back on the road and minutes later park the car again to cry some more….
The doctors presented the options of medically terminate the pregnancy…It sounded so horrible, I was always against abortion, I was pro-life….now I was wondering what kind of life would you have? At what cost? Psychotherapy, Occupational therapy, Speech therapy, Heart Doctor, special education, never able to drive, get married, or have children….. And if something happened to me you would have nobody else….that’s right, because I have no family….I am alone in this world as my parents had their rights terminated and my siblings are strangers to me… if something happened to me and dad…. dad has no family neither.....You would be in strangers hands, living as a SSI- Medicaid recipient, in the mercy of people that work to make ends meet not always for passion (few exceptions)….I know better how Nursing Homes works…. I am a Psychotherapist after all….I am in the medical field.
Your brother had his father, and his father and I had a bad divorce … I doubt he would raise you, I had my doubts he would raise his own son if something happened to me…
Your brother has ADHD, which means that cognitively he needs lots of help, he is a hand full at school and not many people like to babysit him neither…I always had trouble to find someone to keep him so I could go to grad school… that being said I could not expect him to care for you neither…as I thought he would need help himself….
But I wanted you so much, I just want to hug you and protect you and fight with anybody that disrespect you and discriminated you…. I wish I could shelter you from all the pain and suffering your little life would encounter…. I decided to be strong and decided for me and you….and decided to take all the blame of the world for the “crime”, and risk going to hell if I had too…. And living the rest of my days missing you…. And carrying that blood in my hands and in my heart….so you did not have to suffer in this lifetime… I terminated the pregnancy …. That day had no before or after… it was just a sad, dark, lonely day…..
At the hospital they said they removed you by a D&C but I know there was the pill they gave me before that actually made your heart stop…. I felt…. You moved, kicked, your kicks got weaker and weaker….until they stop and sadly I knew you were gone…. I felt craziness, despair, sadness, anger, numbness, but never regret….. as a mom I decided what was best for you, even though it was not what was best for me…. It would be pure and simple selfishness to have you in this world with us just for our own gratification…. I knew you could not thrive without someone caring for you all your life… I could not make you pay the price of coming to this world to be a gratification to us….and later on struggle and suffered with your limitations…. With no extended family, after I was gone you would ended up in some institution….…… I would never ever be able to leave you with anybody else but me….
I am sorry for your short passage here…. I wish things would have been different….I love you a lot, and I know that you went back to be an angel up in the sky.
The only thing I can ask when I look at the sky’s is please forgive me….for not being enough because I am mortal and could not imagine living this earth one day and living you behind alone….. I only ask one thing of you if is not too much to ask….Would you know my name….If I saw you in heaven?
Would it be the same….If I saw you in heaven?
I must be strong and carry on….'Cause I know I don't belong here in heaven…
That’s our song…everytime I hear it I think of you….It has been long hard 6 years since you gave me the joy of being your mom. I had a daughter after you…and I am expecting again….but you are always, always in my mind and heart…no other child will ever replace what you meant in my life.
Some people dont want to spend the rest of their lives being a carer to a child of compromised intelligence and ablility who will burden them until they die - i understand that there will be some good times along with the bad, but to pretend that it would be a preferable life is a joke. Of course people have a right to decide if they want to terminate, the 'baby' is literally some cells and certainly not aware of anything going on, a termination allows the couple to try again and hopefully concieve a normal baby, why the hell wouldn't you