Friday, February 25, 2005

The rug goes out from under me...

My dear son, my sweet boy,

Is this truly how it's going to be? I simply can't believe it. Is your heart truly defective? Are your femurs truly short? Does this truly add up to Down's syndrome? Eight and a half months into your gestation and only now is something gone awry in what was called a "textbook perfect" pregnancy, only now trouble is detected? Perhaps I'm in denial. Perhaps we're being tested. I cannot say. I'm so afraid, and yet I cannot believe my worst fears will come to pass. It just doesn't make sense. How could this be happening? Your mother is so healthy, she's been taking such good care of herself, her blood tests were better than average. My little boy, that this disadvantage should be yours...If I could bear this burden for you, know that I would, gladly. Please surprise us.

I love and pray for you,
Your father

2 Comments:

Blogger Naomi said...

I blogged this on my blog, hope you don't mind. My blog is at http://callumandkieran.blogspot.com

1:04 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Your blog is wonderful. I am so happy that I happened upon it.

I placed a link to you a few days ago, I hope you don't mind as well, as you may have an increase in both traffic and comments.

I was so moved by the words you have written to your son that I wanted to share my find with others who have children with T21.

It is truly refreshing to see a father's perspective-and so well written. I must admit, I found myself overwhelmed at times just reading some of your entries.

You are truly an amazing father!

2:49 PM  

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