Down Syndrome: Listening as Acceptance

She looked at LP carefully and my throat caught a little.  Here we go.  I made myself smile.

“So… he has Down syndrome?”
“Yes.”

From here, it usually goes few ways:
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Down Syndrome Diagnosis: The Choice In The Unknown

I hate hospitals.  I dislike the sterile feel, the winding hallways, the beeps, the snap and rustle of plastic.  Even more than that, I feel out of control.  I personally experience hospitals this way, I can’t help it.  I can’t ever seem to shake the feeling that I’m being shuttled down a preordained path. Read the rest of this entry »