{Pity Party of One}

We were still in the midst of Christmastime so the season helped insulate some of the emotions, although I can genuinely say there were times when I grieved:

I was sad our little girl wasn’t going to be fully healthy. 

I was sad that she’d have a lifetime of dealing with challenges. 

I was sad that medical expenses can be 12 to 13 times the typical amount. 

I was sad thinking that our older two would miss out on attention because we’d have to attend more to Aria.

I was sad that it’d mean there would be trips we couldn’t take and activities we couldn’t do.

I was sad that she’d very possibly be solely dependent on us her entire life.

But by the way, all those things I was so sad about, I came to realize they were all out of ignorance. As I continued furthering my Dr. Google studies, read books about Down syndrome, and binge-watched the reality show “Born this Way” (clearly all very scientific research), I learned those concerns and worries were unfounded. Yes, some cases are severe, but the overwhelming majority of Down syndrome cases are mild to moderate. 

I’m thankful we first learned the news during Christmas Break. We were shielded from our normal routines, it gave me some respite during that time and a chance to attend to emotions and educate myself about Down syndrome.

So I had my pity party over the course of a week or two, then realized it was time to move on and prepare for Baby.

Oh and lest I forget, thank God: Scott and I immediately agreed on a name.   Aria—we’d chosen that as a girl name before our summer miscarriage. And for the middle name, I suggested either “Joy” or “Grace.” He wanted Joy. Because we know this little girl is going to bring so much joy to our family, to everyone's life she comes in contact with.

We’re getting ready for your arrival Aria Joy!