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My kids are 17 and 14, so it was quite a long time ago, but I do remember going to one of my first prenatal visits. I remember being asked if I wanted to have a blood test that could detect the possibility of Down Syndrome in my baby. Since the doctor formed this question in a way that made me think that the decision about having this test was up to me, I naively answered.
My first response was to say, that I didn't think it would be necessary. As a nurse, I knew that this test was very unreliable, and that even if it came back positive, it could only be confirmed with an amniocentesis later in the pregnancy. After having several miscarriages, I was not willing to consider having an amnio (and risking my pregnancy), just to confirm the results of an unreliable blood test.
To my surprise, the doctor didn't seem to think opting out of this blood test was actually a viable option. And, as a young woman, I was easily manipulated into doing what the doctor deemed best, and I did have the test. Thankfully, the test was negative, and I didn't have to give it anymore thought.
I decided to do today's post on Down Syndrome, after reading a personal story by Anita S. Lane from Unconventional Politics. Here is an excerpt...
The latest research shows that the number of babies born with Down Syndrome is declining. What could possibly be the reason for this decline? Is it scientific advancement? Is it something different in parents or the environment? To what should we attribute this phenomenon?
We can attribute this phenomenon to the words, “No thanks, I’ll pass.” Or put more bluntly, abortion…and our society’s Perfect People Patrol mentality. Don’t stop here because I mentioned the “A” word. The rest is worth reading…
According to hospital studies, about 90% of women in the U.S. whose babies are diagnosed with Down Syndrome, terminate their pregnancies. (PubMed.gov) And while only pregnant women 35 and older have traditionally been tested to determine if their unborn child has Down syndrome, the American College of Obstetricians and Gynecologists, now recommends that all pregnant women, regardless of age, be routinely tested.
In the UK, British women are increasingly “eliminating their unborn children because of non life-threatening deformities such as deformed feet or cleft lips and palates” and “more Down's Syndrome babies are now killed than are allowed to be born.” (LifeSiteNews.com)
When I first learned of these statistics I didn’t believe them. The numbers were staggering. “It couldn’t be true. It must be a misprint,” I thought. But I was very wrong.
October is National Down Syndrome Awareness Month…
I would like you to actually add a comment. Now, I am well aware that maybe NOBODY ever reads our blog, but I like to think at least there are a few.
What should I comment about?
I would like you to ask anything you want about Down syndrome.
From McKenna at The Mom Crowd...
My daughter has Down syndrome, but that is a very small part of who she is. My daughter is a very unique, original little girl with her own personality. She has the persistence of a mule (and of her mother), my blonde hair and my father’s hazel eyes. She has short stubby toes like my sister and mother and has very straight fine hair like my husband and his family. She loves music almost more than Barney and prefers chocolate milk over apple juice. She is the best big sister in the world, until her baby brother takes a toy that she wants.
Are there things I go through that other mothers don’t have to – yes. Are there things my daughter goes through that other little girls don’t have to go through – yes. Do I worry about my little girl- what mother doesn’t?
From Finnian's Journey: Ups and Downs...
I am a 41-year-old, married to my best friend, stay-home mother of 6 children: Kevin (11), Joey (6), twins, Annabelle and Daisy (4), Lilah(2), and Finnian, born in July 2008 and diagnosed with Down syndrome.
. . .
There are days when I feel like I've gotten over some major hump in dealing with this whole DS thing, that I've made some major strides in acceptance and making peace with it, and that the darkest hours are behind me.
Today is not one of those days.
Today I find myself fighting the tears (again). When I wake up each















