Today is the first day of Down Syndrome Awareness Month, a fact I would not have been aware of last October. It's only been six months since Down syndrome shot its way into my consciousness. The day after I got the phone call that my prenatal Panorama test results had come back positive for Down syndrome I gave a friend a ride to the airport bus. When I told her the news and mentioned the possibility of termination she said "that would be the compassionate thing to do". A sentiment echoed recently by author Richard Dawkins' insensitive tweet in response to a woman who expressed her "ethical dilemma" if she were to become pregnant with a baby with Down's syndrome. "Abort it and try again." he wrote, "It would be immoral to bring it into the world if you have the choice." It's easy to make statements like this when you have less than a 1% chance of ever actually having to make that decision. When it's a live baby kicking inside of you it's a different situation. Getting a prenatal Down syndrome diagnosis threw me into a moral quandary that I wasn't prepared for. On the one hand, this meant that our child would have at least some degree of intellectual disability. On the other hand, it also meant that our child would most likely grow up to be happy; in a recent survey of 284 people with Down syndrome, 99% reported they were happy with their lives, 97% liked who they are, and 96% liked how they look. I'm not sure what the statistics are for the "typical" population, but my hunch would be that the numbers would be almost reversed. Most of the people I know would not say that they are happy with their lives, or that they like who they are or how they look. Which begs the question, is it more important for our children to be smart or for them to be happy? Which led me to an even deeper question. Why do we have children at all? They certainly do not make our lives easier. These questions sat heavy on my mind as my husband and I debated our situation. Religion makes questions like these easier. Since neither of us is religious, we were pretty much on our own. One Sunday morning I woke up early and in the quiet of the morning decided it was time for some spiritual questing. I got dressed and made my way to the Unity Spiritual Center near my house. The sermon that morning seemed particularly relevant to me. I blinked back tears throughout the service. After it was over I made my way downstairs to find out more about the church. A woman introduced herself and we began chatting. I asked her what she did and she told me that she was a woman's health consultant and used to be a midwife. Suddenly I found myself weeping in her arms as I told her through sobs that I was pregnant and the baby had Down syndrome and a heart defect. She soothed me and told me that it would be okay. She told me that she had only delivered one baby with Down syndrome when she was a midwife. She said that the love in the room when the baby was born was stronger than anything she'd ever felt before. She felt that the reason so many babies with Down syndrome had these heart "defects" was because their hearts were so big and full of love. "If love was revered as much as everything else, people with Down syndrome would be held in the highest regard." she said. It was at that moment that I realized that I was going to keep this baby no matter what. I had already felt that amazing love she was talking about. And why shouldn't love and happiness be held in the highest regard? What else is there? A peace settled over me that day, and continued through my pregnancy. I felt as though my baby was reassuring me that everything really was going to be okay. My baby had a complete av canal defect, which meant that instead of four chambers he only had one. One great, big, open heart. And that great, big, open heart was sending me wonderful, pure love that enveloped me. Unfortunately, my husband couldn't feel the love coming from the baby the way that I did. He struggled with his fears and worried his way through the entire pregnancy. The moment our son was born it all changed. The love Benjamin brought with him burst into the room and filled my husband's heart. It is a strange journey we've had these past few months since he's been born. With the trouble he's had breathing on his own and the heart surgery looming in his near future we live in almost constant terror of losing him. And we still worry about what his future will hold. Despite the uncertainty about what having Down syndrome will really mean for him as he grows up, we have already become Down syndrome activists. This past Sunday we woke up early, packed extra oxygen and drove down to Denver for the Step Up For Down Syndrome Walk. I was both excited and terrified as to what we might find there. Right now Benny is just a baby. He may be a little more floppy and spend more time in the hospital than other babies, but for the most part he's just like most other babies. I knew that seeing older kids and adults with Down syndrome was going to give us a glimpse at what his future might be like, and that could be hard. When we got there I was surprised by how many people there were, and how few of them had Down syndrome. We made our way to the stage near the starting line, and I was just thinking that this was easier than I had imagined when the announcer called forward a young man to sing the Star Spangled Banner. His voice was strong and unmistakably belonged to a person with Down syndrome. The crowd cheered him on even as he struggled with some of the words. A mixture of tremendous joy and sorrow filled me at his imperfect delivery. I tried to hold back the tears, but couldn't stop myself from pressing my face into my husband's shoulder and bawling. True love means accepting things as they are, but that is not always easy. Our society values intellectual ability and verbal capacity above big heartedness and joyfulness. Many people think that it is kinder or more considerate to end a life rather than bring a child with Down syndrome into the world. As a mother I want to protect my son from that world. I want to prove them all wrong, stick a finger in Richard Dawkins' fat, stupid face. But I don't know what the future will bring. I don't know that my son will overcome all of the prejudices against him. I don't know what level of ability or disability he might have. All I know is that for me, I've answered the question of whether it is more important for our children to be smart or to be happy. It is more important for them to be loved. And I do love my son, whether or not he's smart or happy. And that is why I have children. To teach me that kind of love. And if Richard Dawkins thinks that's immoral that's just fine with me, because he obviously doesn't know much about love.
22 Comments
Ali Bennett
10/1/2014 07:39:06 pm
Thank you and God Bless xo
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Kim
10/1/2014 08:01:45 pm
Lovely written , I always wonder what I would do if I became pregnant with a baby with ds.
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Taymar Pixleysmith
12/12/2014 12:55:15 am
Thank you, the surgery has gone well and at day four his recovery is going very well. We are so happy!
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Jackie Ferrier
10/1/2014 08:19:11 pm
Thank you for sharing! I felt all those same feelings. I never contemplated NOT having Kolie (3 mo.)....and as i sit here with tears, just brings me back to reliving all those fears before she was here. 💙
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Divina
10/1/2014 11:42:34 pm
Thank you for search a heartfelt story. It's a beautiful, sincere piece written from the depths of your soul. I hope this message reaches at least one person and saves the life of at least one beautiful baby with DS. As I stars in my perfect angel with DS who's breathing is loud and chesty because of floppy airways, I can't help but think how privileged I am to be his mom and to be on this incredible journey with him. The world of DS is like no other. You feel immense love and joy as you do fears
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Susan Johnstone
10/2/2014 12:07:39 am
It is definately more important to be happy. You could be smart, but sad. When reading your childs report card i aways look to the comment and not the grade. your lil man will be happy, make others happy and be a blessing :)
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Kristen
10/2/2014 12:53:45 am
This is so beautifully written, Taymar! We do live in a society that has got it all wrong. Your words and story are powerful. I'd love to see this piece published on the huffington post!
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10/2/2014 05:12:03 am
How beautiful. With tears in my eyes I say a pray of strength and love for you and your wonderful family.
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Janis
10/2/2014 07:37:47 am
I am so pleased for you, congratulations on your new baby. My uncle was like your son - happy and loving and he valued his family so strongly. He taught everyone around him so much. I truly believe that the impact he had on his parents, six brothers and all of their families made us all better people.
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Candy Briles
10/2/2014 11:46:32 am
I am expecting a great granddaughter in a few weeks and she has already stole my heart. She also has a hole in her heart.
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Shel
10/5/2014 02:34:05 am
Beautiful! Thank you so much for sharing your journey!
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Flavia
10/5/2014 03:05:46 am
Emma had open heart surgery the day she was born (we knew). She was out of intensive care 2 days later! Babies have such resilience and strength. Sending you lots of love and support all the way from Italy!
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10/10/2014 05:07:11 pm
Taymar,
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Taymar Pixleysmith
12/12/2014 12:59:50 am
Thank you so much for sharing your own journey here. It is an amazing club to be in, isn't it? Benny just passed through his heart surgery with flying colors and he lights up the life of everyone he touches. So nice to hear about your nephew and think of all the tremendous opportunities Benny will have.
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Shana
10/11/2014 01:20:43 am
Congratulations to you! I love your post so much! Our baby is about the same age as yours. We also received the prenatal diagnosis at 12 weeks and went through similar emotions as the ones that you describe (and continue to go through the same ones that you describe). I will be thinking of Benjamin and your family.
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Cyndi
10/11/2014 12:36:39 pm
My daughter was born a month ago and had a prenatal diagnosis. I felt the same fear. My biggest worry was that she would need surgery and within 13 hours of her birth she went in for her first surgery to repair her esophageal fistula. 4 days after she had her second surgery. She is doing well and is one of the most beautiful babies. She will be coming home soon once they ease her breathing issue. Thank you for this article.
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Taymar Pixleysmith
12/12/2014 01:02:18 am
Thank you, I hope your daughter is doing well. We just had surgery Tuesday and Benny is doing very well. It is so scary, but also a great life lesson, we don't worry so much about those little things we used to.
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Tracy
3/23/2015 05:51:49 am
I just found your post through Mighty and wanted to thank you for your beautiful words. I too am a member of that club. Our little boy is now 12 years old, our third child, and we can't imagine life without him. Unlike you, we chose not to have an amnio, and I am glad I was not faced with the choices you had to make. I have a friend who chose differently from you and had a very hard time afterwards, falling into a depression that nearly resulted in suicide. We have all these capabilities to know before birth, but what no one seems to be talking about is how a mother has to live with the choices she makes. A friend of mine who is from Switzerland was pregnant and asked her obstetrician if she should do prenatal testing and the doctor said point blank: would you abort? No? Then don't do the tests. As you say, if love is what we're after, why does this child not deserve the right to live. Because love, and lots of it, is what they bring. When our son was born, my aunt, who has a couple friends with children with DS, told me: they are the glue that keeps the family together. I have never forgotten this, because he really is. All the best to you and your beautiful family.
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