It was stressful. So very, very stressful. What made it the most stressful was that I was not sure if I would be handed a child with Down Syndrome or not. I refused the amniocentesis which left me with two positive screening tests and contradictory ultrasounds.
But on this day, 8 years ago, I met my little shrimp for the first time. I saw him squirming on the screen and heard his tiny heart beat. I was told he wasn't quite right and more tests would be needed. The words "markers" and "trisomy 21" were uttered for the first time or many yet to come. And on this day, 8 years ago, I looked at that weird looking thing on the screen and told him he was a keeper, regardless of what he had in store for us.
