Hi,
I just turned 38 and 6 months ago gave birth to my first child. Just so you know, there is a new test called a neucal translucency test that can be given at 12 weeks that does a pretty good job of testing for downs with no risk of miscarriage, it’s done via a sonogram.
I was a high risk pregnancy, they missed my window for the neucal test by 2 days, my afp test came back elevated risk and was rather hog-tied into having an amniocentesis. They had to blindfold me for the test. I had to wait 3 weeks for the results and fortunately, everything came back normal and I was fortunate enough to give birth to a beautiful, healthy, pointy-headed, hairy little monkey.
I have no words to comfort you and your wife, except to say that life gives you choices and you have to do the best you can, we can’t see into the future. You will never know what that childs fate would have been had you decided to carry it to term. What you do know, is that your child might possibly have faced a very dibilitating, painful, frustrating life and that while you both had that child, you loved it and did what parents are supposed to do, make the best decisions you can. Very few people choose the path of martyr. I am exceedingly proud of you and your wife for working through this together AND for opening the window to adoption. Being a parent is far more than squeezing a kid out of your hoo-dilly. There is a child somewhere that needs you, if you decide to adopt, I hope that you do.
Because my child was premature, she had to spend several hours in the NICU, I was only allowed to hold her for about a minute before they whisked her away. I did not realize they don’t have the old style nurseries, that the child is in the NICU or they are with you. When they wheeled my exhausted, drugged, starving self to see her and I saw the sign that said NICU, I about lost my damned mind. I was threatening bloody murder if they did not allow me to see my child immediately. She was perfectly fine, just a bit lethargic and cold. A week later I had to take her to the hospital to treat jaundice, standing one night next to a screaming baby, seeing 3 nurses holding down a 4lb 9oz baby to stick a needle in her arm, it tears your soul out. Every fiber of your being is polarly opposed to anything that would hurt them, and yet you have to hold them and comfort them and let the nurses stick needles into them. What parents of critically ill children must go through, I can only compare to hell on earth. Babies don’t understand and you can’t explain it to them, you can only hope they don’t remember.
You may be telling yourself that maybe the kid wouldn’t have needed surgery and maybe would have been ok. Watching my child get an IV drove me damned near insane, imagine the strongest, most visceral feeling you have EVER had in your life, multiply it times 10, then imagine suppressing it because it’s “for their own good.”
I can’t express to you what it is like to be a parent, how it changes you, how it exhausts you, terrifies you, and fills you. That is a path each parent must take blindly.
I can tell you that I thank my stars for Roe V. Wade. I thank my stars for pre-natal testing. I thank my starts that fewer children are having to suffer painful lives because of it.
I am also thankful that there are folks like you out there who’s greatest sin is wanting to be parents to a child that will understand what that is.
I wish I had had a dad like you.