tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-81716625167688359152024-03-13T19:36:08.545-07:00The Lucky Ten PercentStudies show that approximately 90% of women who receive a prenatal diagnosis of Down Syndrome choose to end their pregnancy. Our child is one of the lucky ten percent to be born. We want the world to know the blessing of raising a child with Down Syndrome. Then perhaps they will see that we are the lucky ten percent!Kit Kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04399886192070893824noreply@blogger.comBlogger34125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8171662516768835915.post-47828768999733074572014-10-01T07:06:00.000-07:002014-10-01T07:26:05.815-07:00Julia's GiftWell apparently, I haven't posted in over a year. So sorry to keep all my faithful readers on pins & needles ;)<br />
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I'm inspired to write today because it's the start of Down Syndrome Awareness Month. I wanted to share about a new friend that our three-year old daughter Julia has made.<br />
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We moved out of state a few months ago. In our new home, we live next door to an elderly couple. The wife has advanced Alzheimer's disease, is bedridden, and is largely uncommunicative. Most children (and probably many adults) would find her a little scary. But not Julia. Julia refers to this family by their last name, and it's gotten so that she'll ask for them as soon as we go outside. She'll shimmy out of my arms and scurry across their yard, climb up their front steps and knock on their front door. When the husband opens the door and sees her, his face lights up, and Julia goes right into the house without a second thought. When we visit, Julia walks up to the wife and says "kiss?" Then she'll lean down to the woman and give her half a dozen kisses.<br />
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Just yesterday, we were visiting and Julia picked up a book and left the room. After a minute or two, I thought it wise to check on her. She had gone by herself to the woman's bedside. The woman was sleeping but Julia just stood by her side, quietly chatting in her own made up language.<br />
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Several of the couple's adult children were visiting from out of town recently. They stated what a difference Julia has made in their parents' life. Earlier this summer, their father had been dealing with anger and depression in the face of his wife's illness. His children were very concerned but they've seen a positive change in him in recent weeks. Now their father shares happily about his interactions with Julia and it's evident that she has brought him great joy. He's even remarked to me that he wishes more people were like her: no guile, no pretense, just love. When she visits, she showers him with kisses or just leans her head against his belly. She knows where she is needed. She is a fountain of grace.<br />
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<br />Kit Kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04399886192070893824noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8171662516768835915.post-12900536369796676482013-09-11T07:11:00.000-07:002013-09-20T11:42:55.708-07:00It's Buddy Walk Time Again!Fall is upon us, and we're busy gearing up for Julia's 3rd Buddy Walk. This is an exciting walk for us because it's the first Buddy Walk where Julia can actually walk! This year's event is not simply a walk but a family festival featuring Rachel Coleman from Julia's favorite series "Signing Time," as well as various other performers, face painting, balloons, and all sorts of fun stuff. We would love to have you join Team Juju Buttons. For more information about joining our team or for other ways to support us in this year's Buddy Walk, please visit our team page at: <a href="http://mdsc.kintera.org/faf/donorReg/donorPledge.asp?ievent=1065105&lis=0&kntae1065105=CEC7D23B86644E1F860C6987AE65B617&supId=385633139">http://mdsc.kintera.org/faf/donorReg/donorPledge.asp?ievent=1065105&lis=0&kntae1065105=CEC7D23B86644E1F860C6987AE65B617&supId=385633139</a><br />
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In the meantime, check out our Buddy Walk slideshow for this year. Who can resist that smile??<br />
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<br />Kit Kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04399886192070893824noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8171662516768835915.post-53810506675171671542013-06-28T16:07:00.000-07:002013-06-28T16:07:00.521-07:00How the Pro-Life Movement Can Help Families of Children With Special Needs<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I'm giving a talk at a pro-life conference tomorrow. I can't decide if I want people to wish me luck, or wish me laryngitis. In any event, here is what I'm planning to say. If you see any glaring errors, speak now or forever hold your peace! (Alternately, you may send chocolate, and tell me my hair looks nice)</span><br />
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<span style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I’m
one of the lucky ones. I was raised in a strong pro-life family and I’ve always
considered myself pro-life. A while back, maybe even before I was married, I
remember thinking that, God-willing, I’d have a big family, and that when I was
in my 40’s, I’d probably have a child with Down Syndrome. I didn’t think of it
as a good thing or a bad thing, just…that’s what happens.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">What
I didn’t expect was to have a child with Down Syndrome when I was 30 (which is
weird, because I’m only 29 now). We
didn’t know Julia had Down Syndrome before she was born, and the news definitely
took me by surprise. We were fortunate – the attending physician spoke to us in
a very gentle, non-threatening manner, and simply said, “We’ve noticed some
features consistent with Down Syndrome.” My initial reaction was to think, “She
doesn’t have Down Syndrome, YOU have Down Syndrome.” But then my husband turned
to me and said he had noticed those features, as well. When they brought Julia
back over to me, I took one look at her and realized, “Yeah, she totally has
Down Syndrome.” Even though it took almost a month to get the chromosome
analysis results back in, everyone was operating under the assumption that
Julia had Down Syndrome from that moment on.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Statistics
show that an overwhelming number of women who receive a prenatal diagnosis of
Down Syndrome choose abortion, upwards of 90%. I can’t even comprehend those
figures. Down Syndrome advocacy organizations, like the Mass Down Syndrome
Congress, are working to ensure that women are given accurate, up-to-date
information with the diagnosis, and that doctors are trained to deliver that
information in a neutral manner. But for many families, the medical community
served to only deepen their fear, hurt, and confusion by attempting to schedule
an abortion after a prenatal diagnosis has been made, or by warning of looming
disaster should the child be born. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">As I
said, we were very fortunate. The doctor on duty did not present this as a
bleak situation, or one that we should’ve “remedied” sooner – and I’ve heard
horror stories, stories of doctors attempting to schedule abortions right after
a prenatal diagnosis has been made, or telling a woman who’s just given birth
to a child with Down Syndrome that she should’ve had an abortion because having
a child with Down Syndrome would put such a strain on her marriage that she’d
end up divorced. Everyone in the hospital in Lancaster, Pennsylvania, where
Julia was born was very kind and supportive. Nobody told me how to feel, they
simply asked how I was doing or what I needed. They brought books and pamphlets.
When they would examine Julia, they would declare that she was the most
beautiful baby in the hospital. One of the doctors on rotation had a friend
with an adult daughter who has Down Syndrome. The doctor offered to put me in
contact with her friend. I figured we’d chat on the phone some time after I
went home. The next thing I knew, her friend and her friend’s daughter were in
my hospital room, with gifts for Julia and me. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Reactions
from family and friends were mixed. Some were quick to tell me what a blessing
I’d received. Others apologized. A few simply didn’t respond to emails or
texts. None of those was particularly helpful. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Julia<i> is</i> a tremendous blessing and I wouldn’t
change a thing about her. But timing is everything. When I first received
Julia’s diagnosis, my head was spinning. I was tired, I was confused -- I had
been caught completely off-guard. I didn’t need people telling me how to feel.
I needed people to tell me that they were there for me, to support me through
this journey. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">One
of the books they gave me at the hospital was titled “Babies With Down
Syndrome” and the cover featured a little boy with Down Syndrome. I couldn’t
look at that little boy for the first month. It’s not because I found him
offensive or I thought he shouldn’t have been born. I just needed time. Now, I
wouldn’t bat an eye at that book. In fact, I’d probably pick it up and fuss
over how cute the boy on the cover is. But it just takes time. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Not
long after Julia was born, we became acquainted with an organization called
Reece’s Rainbow, which helps families in the US adopt children with Down
Syndrome and other special needs from overseas, children who would otherwise be
left to languish in horrid mental institutions. I wept as I scrolled through
the pictures of all the sweet babies waiting for a family, and I was struck by
the Reece’s Rainbow motto: “Because every family deserves the blessing of a
child with Down Syndrome.” By then, I agreed. But my husband didn’t. Not yet.
He does now. But it takes time.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Because
those statistics are so horrific, I am often reluctant to discuss the struggles
associated with raising a child with Down Syndrome. I’m afraid that if I say
that’s it hard, people will look at those 90% figures and conclude that those
women made the right decision. I have always been pro-life, and we would’ve
never considered an abortion if we’d known about the Down Syndrome prenatally.
But the truth is, sometimes it is hard. And it doesn’t mean Julia isn’t a
blessing, or that she’s a lesser human being. She’s just a kid who comes with
some extra work. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Having
other people recognize those struggles would be enormously helpful. Sometimes
folks, however well-intentioned, are quick to paint a picture of Julia, a
stereotype really: “Oh those Downs kids, they’re just angels. They’re so
loving.” It’s true, Julia does have a unique capacity for love and it is her
primary means of engaging with others. But it’s also true that at 2 years and 2
months, she still gets virtually all of her nutrition from a bottle, and can
barely eat pureed baby food off a spoon. One time, after a particular difficult
feeding session, my father remarked, “I thought these children were supposed to
be so loving!” Julia is incredibly loving – but she’s still a toddler. And many
things are harder for her than for the typical child. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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make frequent visits to Children’s Hospital, where Julia has many specialty
medical appointments to check her various issues: her heart (she has a
congenital heart defect, as do many children with Down Syndrome), her eyes
(they cross, and her tear ducts were clogged), her ears (she had fluid in her
middle ear and some hearing loss), her tummy (she projectile vomits milk and
soy products), her brain (she used to have unusual head movements upon waking,
and then an involuntary head bobble), her thyroid (many children with Down Syndrome
have thyroid problems), her speech (her speech is delayed due to cognitive
delays, low muscle tone and hearing loss), her feet and legs (she wears
orthotics on her feet to give her extra support for walking)……<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">We
are so blessed to have so many fantastic medical resources at our disposal, and
all of Julia’s doctors have been great. At her recent cardiology appointment, after
declaring that Julia does not require surgery at this time, her doctor even
made a point of saying, “She’s really cute.” But it can still be hard. Taking 2
kids to the Longwood medical area, then waiting 2 hours because the
ophthalmologist is running behind schedule, then driving home in rush hour
traffic with a screaming baby who didn’t like getting her eyes dilated…that’s stressful.
It would mean so much to families in these situations to have people recognize
that these stressors exist. A call or a visit, or even a meal every now and
again, would do so much to rejuvenate tired and weary parents. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">We
have so many wonderful life-affirming people here in the pro-life movement that
sometimes I have to remind people to make a fuss over our other daughter, Anna.
She is a great big sister and recently said to me, “If I have a baby with Down
Syndrome in MY tummy, I’m going to say Yes!” <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="line-height: 150%;">The
Down Syndrome advocacy organization here in Massachusetts, the Mass Down
Syndrome Congress, does a great job supporting families, educating professionals,
and empowering individuals with Down Syndrome. They have worked tirelessly to
show the many things people with Down Syndrome can do. That’s great, and I’m
glad Julia will have more opportunities than she would’ve even ju</span><span style="line-height: 150%;">st 20 years
ago. This time last year, Gov. Patrick signed into law “<span style="background-color: white;">An</span></span><span style="background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; line-height: 150%;"> </span><span style="background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; line-height: 150%;">Act Relative to Down Syndrome Genetic Test Results</span>,”
which requires providers in Massachusetts to offer accurate and
culturally-sensitive information when delivering a prenatal diagnosis of Down Syndrome.
Expectant parents are connected with current parents of children with Down
Syndrome. This is due in large part to the efforts of the Mass Down Syndrome Congress.
</span><span style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">They
fall short, however, by not taking a stand in the abortion debate. They are
tireless advocates for people with Down Syndrome, but not for the unborn. With
the development of new non-invasive prenatal tests for Down Syndrome, those
staggering statistics, which indicate that 90% of women opt for abortion when
given a prenatal diagnosis of Down Syndrome, could rise even higher. This is an
area where the pro-life movement could be a great asset, by recognizing not
simply the potential of individuals with disabilities but their inherent worth,
regardless of ability. At the end of the
day, Julia’s worth comes not from what she can do, but because, as Dr. Seuss
wrote, “A person’s a person, no matter how small.” </span><span style="font-family: Estrangelo Edessa;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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Kit Kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04399886192070893824noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8171662516768835915.post-6796693868144391022013-06-18T18:43:00.004-07:002013-06-23T17:02:55.211-07:00A Little Slow on the UptakeI'm talking about myself here. I'm a little slow on the uptake. Julia, on the other hand, has been clued in for quite some time. This time it involves a relationship with one of her therapists. Julia receives in-home therapies through a program called Early Intervention. Children with a wide range of disabilities are eligible for services such as physical, speech or occupational therapy from the time they are born until they turn three. Having Down Syndrome automatically qualifies someone for Early Intervention.<br />
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We've lived in 3 different states in Julia's 2 years, so she's seen her share of therapists. As with anything in life, we've connected with some better than others. But one in particular just doesn't seem to be the best match...and Julia's known it for a while.<br />
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It took me much longer to figure things out. I liked the therapist as an adult to talk to, and often by the time the therapist would arrive, I was so starved for adult conversation, I'd talk to anyone about anything. For a while, this helped hide the fact that the therapist almost never directly engaged Julia. Over time, however the interactions they did have became very adversarial. It got to the point that Julia cried as soon as this therapist came into our house. Eventually, the sessions evolved into me talking and not much more. I asked myself why I was talking so much during these sessions. Then the lightbulb went off: I was simply trying to fill the awkward, painful silence.<br />
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At a recent session involving this therapist, Julia demonstrated that she had made substantial progress, and I was heaping praise on her. Julia turned to the therapist for feedback and got nothing. The therapist wasn't even looking at Julia. I finally had to get her attention and tell her that Julia was seeking applause. It was only then that I realized why Julia had been so resistant to this particular activity and therapy. She knew the person forcing it on her didn't much care for her and wasn't even going to try to make it enjoyable. Only when I took a couple weeks off from this particular activity to regroup did I realize I had to work <i>with</i> Julia, not against her. Only then did we began to make progress. (Talk about slow on the uptake, right?)<br />
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So now the question becomes, how do we address this at Julia's upcoming IFSP review? I already had the current EI providers change one of her therapists because we had a bad match. Why does it always seem to be a battle between parents and providers? Veterans in the special needs parenting community, what say you?<br />
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<br />Kit Kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04399886192070893824noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8171662516768835915.post-84406251722767614402013-02-06T11:49:00.003-08:002013-02-09T17:12:35.422-08:00What Matt Lauer Said<a href="http://www.sheknows.com/parenting/articles/984105/today-show-stirs-emotions-with-prenatal-test-for-down-syndrome">This Monday on The Today Show</a> featured a segment highlighting a new prenatal test, the <a href="http://www.sequenomcmm.com/home/health-care-professionals/trisomy-21/about-the-test/?gclid=CJXP_6W6orUCFUkw4AodrwoAvg">Materni21 Test</a>. This test can detect Down Syndrome very early in a pregnancy with incredible accuracy. Even before this test came into existence, women who received a prenatal diagnosis of Down Syndrome were choosing abortion NINETY PERCENT of the time. Now I recognize that tests are neutral and knowledge is power...but what some people do with that information is very discouraging, to say the least.<br />
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Enter Matt Lauer. Speaking with a couple who had taken this new test, he says, "Let's get to the good news," to which the pregnant mother responds, "We're safe. The baby doesn't have Down Syndrome."<br />
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Now I'm not naive. If the test had come back positive for Down Syndrome, I wouldn't have expected them to put on party hats and dance around the room. But by saying "Let's get to the good news" when the baby didn't have Down Syndrome, Matt Lauer implies that it would be bad news if the baby did. I wish people didn't view it that way. It's not bad...just different. (If you haven't already, <a href="http://www.our-kids.org/Archives/Holland.html">read this poem titled "Welcome to Holland.</a>")<br />
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We didn't know Julia had Down Syndrome before she was born. It wouldn't have made a difference but maybe a little heads up would've been nice. I was definitely caught off-guard when the doctor in the delivery room said they had noticed features in Julia consistent with Down Syndrome. Everyone in the hospital was extremely supportive and while I wasn't devastated, I didn't embrace the news right away, either. The social worker at the hospital gave me a book called "Babies With Down Syndrome," that not surprisingly, featured a baby with Down Syndrome on the cover. I couldn't look at the cover for the first month. Now I wouldn't bat an eye at it. But I understand that the news takes some getting used to.<br />
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Because the odds are already so overwhelmingly stacked against unborn babies with Down Syndrome, in this age of tolerance and inclusion, I wish Matt Lauer had chosen his words more carefully. More than that, I wish he felt differently -- because he was probably voicing what he believed to be true.<br />
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<br />Kit Kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04399886192070893824noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8171662516768835915.post-38615742516449275872012-10-27T12:20:00.000-07:002012-10-27T12:20:44.244-07:00Form and FunctionThis has been on my mind for a while...then last weekend, we were at a <a href="http://standupforreligiousfreedom.com/">Stand Up Rally for Religious Freedom</a>, where I met several other families who have children with Down Syndrome. One mother was older, probably late 50's. She sized up Julia, then declared that I would "be fine. She seems pretty high-functioning." She then proceeded to tell me that her son with Down Syndrome was "low-functioning." I cringed. She walked away saying, "Don't have children in your 40's." I didn't want her to sugarcoat her experience, or tell me that her son can do things that he can't...but describing your child as "low-functioning?" How about let's start with his name? <div>
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People seem to have the need to rate children with Down Syndrome on a function scale. It's not the first time someone has given me an unsolicited declaration that Julia will be high functioning. Rather than responding with, "Thanks random 70-year-old lady who has no medical training," I just smile and nod. Now it's true, I hope Julia will be verbal rather than non-verbal, I hope she will thrive in a school setting...but at the end of the day, I will love her the same no how matter how much or how little she can do. And I hope others will, too.</div>
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Even within the Down Syndrome community, there can be competition among parents about whose child is the least Down Syndrome-y. I'm not kidding. You'll hear parents bragging about how early their child was using sign language, or when they started to crawl, or walk, or...you get the picture. I do understand wanting to share the joy of each of Julia's accomplishments, because they don't come easily. But sometimes underneath the bragging is the desire to want to prove to others that our child has worth, too -- because of what she can do. </div>
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This is a dangerous path if we start equating worth with ability. As you may already know, the abortion rates for babies with Down Syndrome are staggering -- many estimate that around 90% of women who receive a prenatal diagnosis of DS choose to end their pregnancy. Add to that a small but growing movement towards infanticide, that is, the killing of a child, especially those with disabilities, AFTER birth. An <a href="http://jme.bmj.com/content/early/2012/04/12/medethics-2011-100411.full?sid=81c5b6ae-f743-40f3-872e-604f3d2ebb31">article</a> was published earlier this year in the Journal of Medical Ethics, in which 2 Australian philosophers proposed that parents had the right to end the life of their child not only before birth, but also after. One of their arguments was that sometimes conditions cannot be diagnosed prenatally or are simply missed. Julia's Down Syndrome was not diagnosed prenatally; according to their logic, we would have been within our rights to request her death as we held her in our arms.</div>
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While the <a href="http://www.mdsc.org/">Massachusetts Down Syndrome Congress</a> seeks to promote the lives of individuals with Down Syndrome, they portray life and death for an unborn child with Down Syndrome as equally viable options, following the relativistic trend of "what's good for me may not be good for you." I think ultimately because they are in favor of so-called "women's rights" in general, they don't want to single out an instance where abortion would be considered unacceptable -- even if it led to the purposeful, systematic elimination of those they wish to support. But until we reach a point where we see the child with Down Syndrome who speaks and the child with Down Syndrome who doesn't as equally worthwhile, the child in the womb with Down Syndrome and the child in our arms with Down Syndrome as the same, we are only supporting them halfway. </div>
Kit Kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04399886192070893824noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8171662516768835915.post-360993118152785622012-09-17T04:11:00.003-07:002012-09-17T04:12:12.820-07:002012 Buddy Walk Team Juju Buttons is gearing up for this year's Buddy Walk for Down Syndrome. Check out this video, which highlights Juju's rigorous training for the walk.....<br />
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Kit Kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04399886192070893824noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8171662516768835915.post-31369478505676589712012-08-23T18:39:00.001-07:002012-08-23T19:00:28.392-07:00Cheer Up, Julia<span style="font-size: large;">It's official. Julia's laugh is the cutest sound in the world. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Julia's going through a major stranger anxiety phase right now, screaming hysterically & crawling at warp speed when her therapists come for Early Intervention & I'm not in sight. But with Elmo, she was practically jumping out of my arms to get to him!</span>Kit Kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04399886192070893824noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8171662516768835915.post-72297938758233404142012-08-02T07:46:00.004-07:002012-08-02T07:46:56.428-07:00Did She Just Say Baby?!<span style="font-size: large;">I'm pretty sure Julia just said "baby." !!!!!!!</span><br />
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My father-in-law was older than my mother-in-law, and he got married later in life. My husband also got married a little later in life...so while I was in my late 20s, my father-in-law was in his late 80s. He was often mistaken for my grandfather (except that one time I took him to the gerontologist, where the computer had me listed as his spouse...but that's another story for another day). My father-in-law was sharp as a tack but with his age and health, he needed some help getting around, some assistance with the tasks of daily living. He was a gift. It was a joy to have him with us, and I grew to love him very much. He was truly an answer to my prayer.<br />
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Eventually, my father-in-law's age caught up with him. His health had started to decline right around the time we learned we were expecting Julia. I hoped and prayed he would be there to see our next child, and thanks be to God, he was. That summer, however, he really started to go downhill. Those last weeks and days were incredibly stressful. I had never watched anyone die before. I would leave, completely drained, thinking I couldn't go back and do it again the next day. But then I would hold Julia, and snuggle with her, skin to skin, and that gave me the strength to return to my father-in-law for another day. Just as God sent my father-in-law to help prepare me for motherhood, he sent Julia to be a comfort and a shade as I watched my beloved father-in-law pass away. She's not even a year old and she's already served a tremendous purpose. She is truly a gift.<br />
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<br />Kit Kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04399886192070893824noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8171662516768835915.post-13601990831745096622012-04-09T18:29:00.002-07:002012-04-09T18:29:16.284-07:00Easter JoyLast year at Easter, I was very close to delivery. In fact, I had a very clear indication on Easter morning that labor was on the horizon. (I'll spare you the details) As we drove to church that morning, I wondered if I'd go into labor during mass. Thankfully, labor was close...but not that close.<br />
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That afternoon, we gathered for dinner with family. My sister began talking about a film she'd recently seen called <a href="http://www.monicaanddavid.com/">Monica and David</a>, about a married couple with Down Syndrome. It wasn't the first time she'd mentioned the film or told me I had to see it. So we got to talking about it, then I recalled the year in college where I'd volunteered with Best Buddies, an organization that pairs people up with adults with mental disabilities. I lamented the fact that the organizer of the group was paired with the bubbly young adult with Down Syndrome, while I was matched the portly older man who turned away from me whenever I spoke to him. I wanted to be matched with the person with Down Syndrome.<br />
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A few short days later, I got my wish. I gave birth to Julia. </div>
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And now, a year later, she is my Easter joy. </div>
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<br />Kit Kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04399886192070893824noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8171662516768835915.post-41834389331628135042012-04-08T12:33:00.000-07:002012-04-08T12:33:14.918-07:00Easter PrepJulia had some help getting cleaned up from her big sister. She wanted to be squeaky clean for church on Easter morning (translation: I couldn't stand the spit-up in her hair any longer).<br />
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<br />Kit Kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04399886192070893824noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8171662516768835915.post-31828319841010610902012-04-04T08:14:00.000-07:002012-04-04T08:14:06.050-07:00Learning To CrawlJulia hasn't quite mastered crawling yet. Maybe she needs to listen to <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Learning-Crawl-Pretenders/dp/B000002KZQ">The Pretenders</a> more.<br />
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