My husband came home early this evening so I could go get a haircut, I am ashamed to say how long it has been since I have had one. While I was sitting there listening to the talk around me, there was a grandma talking about her 3 month old grandbaby.
That during the mother's last ultrasound the baby's brain didn't seem to be developing right and so all were concerned. The grandmother went on to say that they were afraid that the baby could have down syndrome or some other genetic problem. All I could do was sit there.... part of me wanted to just scream out I have a baby with down syndrome, don't make it sound so bad! But I just sat there and kind of had a small pity party but thankful that my baby is healthy and doing good. I just hate the "oh I am sorry" looks, people may not say it out loud but they still give the look. You would think after 20 months I would be over this....
Wednesday, August 12, 2009
Pity Party
Posted by Shelli at 7:28 PM
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That my dear is what I call a Landmine. You are going along your merry little way and BOOM you step on a landmine that blows up in your face. They hurt and ALWAYS take you by surprise. Don't beat yourself up for it. I think we will always have landmines no matter how "at peace" we get with DS... there are those days where the world just puts one right in your path. It stinks and I hate them... but 2 years later I know I still step on them! BTW,you don't always have to be an advocate. I have had similar situations where I coulda, shoulda, woulda and didn't.
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