I’m one week old today.
I have Down syndrome. That’s not a disease, it’s just an extra chromosome.
I also have a big hole in the middle of my heart. A doctor will have to fix the hole so I can be healthy.
Don’t I look scary?
So scary that grown up men and women lose their heads and want to do terrible things to make people like me go away where they don’t have to think about us. They sometimes call this “Discussing Options.”
(My family is so proud of me when I hold my head up like this.)
Maybe I make those people feel sad and afraid. I’m not trying to scare anybody, I promise. I’m just a baby.
(Some of Mommy’s friends gave me these special blankets. They are very soft.)
My mommy was sad and afraid, too, so she understands that part. She was worried about stuff that wasn’t even true. But then God taught her a thing or two that she really needed to learn. And He put joy in her heart.
(She still has more things to learn, too, like patience.)
Did I tell you that Verity means, “Truth?” And my middle name is “Joy?”
(Mommy, you should see if my new bow fits me! Look, just right!)
Or maybe those people don’t like almond-shaped eyes? My family does. My family thinks they are beautiful. My family wishes they could tell all the Daddies and Mommies that they shouldn’t be scared of having a baby like me.
Now I hope my Mommy will put her camera down and remember I’m hungry. See, Mommy? Hungry baby…
Thank you, God, for making me special. Thank you for giving me to a family who loves me lots and lots, and not to those other kind of people.
I am happy to be alive.