I am sitting here on the eve of Seb’s birthday, his 7th birthday. Somehow in my head he is still 4 and his brother is 2 – for no other reason than I cannot believe he has been earthside for 7 whole years.
And I find with all my children it is the night before their birthdays that I am the most reflective. I guess like birth itself, sitting on the cusp between pregnancy and parenthood, tomorrow will be filled with noise and commotion, excitement and visitors, whereas tonight is relatively quiet and calm.
I’ve always maintained that I am glad I didn’t know Seb had Down’s syndrome before he was born. I still believe this. The fear I had when told of his diagnosis is not something I would have wanted to have dealt with at 12 or 20 weeks pregnant, whatever I chose to do.
But as I…
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