People have asked me, on more than one occasion, if I knew there was something wrong why didn't I "do something about it".
By that, they mean-why didn't I kill my baby.
Now, a study from the UK shows that parents (the header in the link says "women" but I think that's unfair, it's both parents that deal with this situation, not just women) who decide to keep their disabled babies are treated with scorn and disgust.
I'm not surprised.
I like the title of that book "Defiant Birth".
That's kind of like my son.
Defying the odds. Like-I'm here, deal with it!
And so we do. With love. Unconditional love.