This time last year....we were finding out that Parker has Down Syndrome. I have so many vivid memories of that half hour. One of the doctors from the pediatric office we chose came in and told us...and in hindsight, it was hard for me to grasp how hard of a job that must be...to tell people something that will totally alter the way they live their lives. I remember that I felt like he was talking forever...and that I really needed him to leave so I could cry. I remember bursting into tears, which hurt my C-section incision so bad! I remember Matt and I separating so we could call our parents. I could hear him crying in the bathroom telling his mom while I was calling mine to do the same. I remember holding Parker so tight, in part wanting to rewind to 12 hours before when he was still inside of me so that I could protect him from the world.
Most of all, I remember the huge waves of love, adoration, and fierce protection that kept washing over me, like I needed to shield him.
Within a few hours, we had family surrounding us near and far, and helping us build our strength and bravery again. We had about two days of peace...learning about our baby, having our first successful meal; getting to know our baby boy. My victory on those days being a great milk supply and being able to feel like I could provide for him!
My last day in the hospital and the 3 days after were actually harder for us than the day we found out about Down Syndrome....more to come later!
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