I cried this morning when I read this story.
It is the story of the birth of this woman’s second daughter and all of the expectations and ideas you have of who this little person inside of you is going to be, that aren’t always realized. Her daughter was born with down syndrome and she describes all the emotions that came with her giving birth to her little girl and then realizing that she was different.
I cried when I read it and I cried when I took my shower and I cried when Evan asked me if everything was ok. Not a crying for sadness really, this little girl is a precious gift, but more from imagining the shock of finding something like that out at that happy moment when you hold your baby for the first time.
I thought of my own pregnancy and the daughter I have inside of me and wondered what she will be like and how would I respond if the situation were mine. I know I would love her and we would try to give her the best life she could have, since God would have thought us to be capable of caring for someone so special. I just wonder about the initial reaction. That first day and night. All the questions and unanswerable things that must float through your mind.
Most of the days that go by are ones dedicated to just making it through. To get done all the little tasks and jobs that need to be checked off of some list. This story has made me think and it has made me feel and for today at least I felt alive, like I was actually participating in life and not just wading through. I hope to have more days where I can really feel and not just be.
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