How I gave birth to my daughter Masha with Down’s Syndrome (someone else’s text)
I could not have killed her.
But a very short time passed, I was released, and that very state of bliss. However, before each ultrasound I did not sleep the night, I shivered like an aspen leaf, practically fell into a faint on the couch before the apparatus and, with puppy devotion, looking into the eyes of the whistle, with a whispered, broken voice:
– Is everything okay? Tell me, do not be silent! Why are you silent? What’s with your face? Is there something wrong there?
“It’s something you have with your face,” the doctor answered sternly. – And I work … Yes, everything is fine! The nasal bone is. The collar zone is unimportant. And in general, everything is fine.
And I, happy, left. Now many people ask me if I did screenings. No, I did not. Not in one of my five pregnancies. I did not see any sense in this for myself. Firstly, as far as I understand (I can, of course, be mistaken, I’m not a doctor), the task of screening is to identify fetal genetic diseases. Well, revealed, and what? Genetics is not treated intravenously, nor extra-uterine, in general in any way. And everything that can be repaired will be shown by other surveys.
Many say that it is better to know in advance to be mentally prepared. Well, or to have an abortion. And here it begins in the second place. Which is much more complicated than in the first place. After Mashenka’s birth, I thought a lot about this. I would not have done an abortion. But I’m not saying this with a proudly raised head. I’m not a heroic mother, ready to take everything and a few months before my baby’s birth to the world peacefully living with the knowledge that he is a disabled person. Now I know for sure that I am a coward and a weakling.