Imagine then, being presented with a child who has Down syndrome, whose disability isn't even masked beneath the bloom and the powdery-sweet smell of New Baby; whose difference is obvious at the first glimpse of the eyes.
Then, all the prenatal preparation is suddenly shifted into -- now what? What will happen? How will the baby learn? Will he/she be able to learn? And the knowing that your role is parent is, indeed, a permanent role. Forever the parent, to someone who will be forever, in many ways, a child.
Combine this with the notorious batch of postpartum hormones and, well. Eek.
Therefore I have empathy for the mother in the scenario broadcast today by ABC news: Samuel Forrest's wife bears a child, named Leo, who is diagnosed with Down syndrome. The mother threatens divorce if Samuel keeps the baby. Samuel wants to keep Leo, and his wife follows through with her ultimatum and leaves them.
I could see my dad stepping up to the plate the same way. As explained in our story, THE NORTH SIDE OF DOWN, my mother didn't want another child. She'd already borne eight, and lost one. She was done. She went through the steps it takes to ensure that this would never happen. She had her tubes tied.
But it happened. Amanda came along anyway. And in what amounts to a tremendous double whammy for Mom, Amanda was born with Down syndrome. I remember how serious the situation was. As I described in our book:
I have a notion that if Mom had had any idea of the wondrous, illuminating gift that was bestowed upon us that day, she might have felt a little better about the whole thing.
I like to think so, anyway.