Let me preface this post: I have no issues whatsoever with Cade's Down syndrome now. I embrace him for who he is and I love every single chromosome. But once upon a time...
When I found out Cade would have Down syndrome, I was alternately relieved and absolutely crushed. Relieved because I knew he would survive. I had worried that he might have T13 or T18, both generally fatal at birth, so T21 was a huge relief. But I was also crushed because very few people actually hope their baby will be born with a disability. I grieved for us and for him. Life would be harder, and I didn't know if we were ready for that.
Before I bury the headline, here's the crux of my blog post...yesterday was our two-year anniversary of receiving the diagnosis.
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