I was reading an article online this morning about a couple who made the very difficult decision to abort their child when it was discovered he had both downs syndrome and a chromosome defect which could have led to autism etc.
I agree that it is a woman’s right to choose and in this instance, the fear of the unknown must have played a massive part in their decision and there were no doubt discussions about the impact having a disabled child would have had on their relationship.
We were offered amniocentesis tests with both T and D and in both cases we declined. Having had fertility treatment for my first child (not with Hubbie), we (Hubbie and I) both perceived my subsequent pregnancies as something of a blessing. Ideally I would have had a greater gap than 18 months between them but it meant that the total and utter exhaustion that comes with having both a toddler and a newborn was relatively short (hindsight is a wonderful thing!)
If there had been a prenatal test for autism, would I have taken it? I really don’t know. Part of me thinks maybe it would have been nice to have known beforehand so we both could have been a bit more prepared emotionally for a diagnosis that rips your insides (metaphorically) out a few years later.
As we prepare to start discussions to ascertain whether we have another child on the spectrum, part of me doesn’t want to know (ostrich burying its head in the sand) but a greater part of me needs to know, so that as and when extra help and support is needed, it’s more readily available.
I look at my beautiful daughter and my handsome, clever son and I am grateful that they are in our lives. Life may be restrictive in what we do and where we go due to anxiety and sensory issues but the picture says it all:
Thanks for reading Jx 😘