Every test Nichole had at the hospital came back negative. Yet, one test would lead to other tests, as her blood work continued to show abnormal liver activity. During the following days, as we waited for Nichole’s several tests to be done, I became obsessed with reading “Gifts.” I cried with every story. I underlined words and phrases that spoke to my heart, and I wrote on the margins of the book.

Andy, on the other hand, was reading all he could on-line about the different tests and possible conditions doctors talked about.  We laughed, as one of the doctors asked Andy after discussing a certain test that would be done the following morning if he was a doctor too.

“No” Andy replied, “I just have a lot of time in my hands to research.”

The fact that my husband was so knowledgeable of what was taking place medically gave me incredible peace. I did not have to worry about Nichole’s health. I was working on finding my new dreams, and expanding my hope for the future.

“Honey, listen to this” Andy said to me one afternoon as he clicked on a link for the National Association of Down Syndrome. “There is an article here called: If People With DownSyndrome Ruled the World.”

“Is it good?” I asked.

“Affection, hugging, and caring would make a huge comeback” he read.

“I like that!” I responded.

“The words “clean” and “fun” would be used in the same sentence” he continued.

“Oh! I really like that!”

“Weather would be the only essential news item.”

“Hey! I exclaimed, “That is the only part I care about too!”

We laughed. I sat by him and we read the article. We laughed. We smiled. And we agreed, the world would be a much better place if people with Down syndrome ruled the world.

“If God showed up right now” Andy said, “And offered to take Down syndrome away from Nichole, would you chose that?”

“I don’t know,” I answered truthfully. “I think I would want to right now, because it is so new, so different. Yet I feel that if I made that choice, I would be missing out on something big. And I would regret it. What about you?”

“No. I want her to have Down syndrome” Andy responded, “God intended for her to be this way, and I would not want to change that. God has great plans for her.”

“Yeah. I think He does too.”

In the middle of the night, I walked back in the dimly lit corridors of the hospital after depositing 2 fresh bottles of milk in the fridge. The night nurse approached me.

“Hi Ellen, how are you guys doing?”

“So far so good. They still can’t find anything wrong with Nichole, so I guess that is good”

“Yeah…you know, I noticed that book you are reading.”

“The book “Gifts”?”

“Yes. I hope you don’t mind, I flipped through it a little bit.”

“That’s okay”

“I just wanted to say…that you are very lucky.”

“I am?”

“Yes you are. My husband works with adults with disabilities, and well, we have fallen in love with people with Down syndrome.” She smiled, “We have been trying to adopt a baby with Down syndrome, but there is a huge waiting list.”

“Really?” I asked surprised.

“Yeah. We have looked at international adoption too, but it is so expensive, we just can’t afford it now. We have 2 kids, and we are done. The only way we would try again, is if we had a guarantee our baby would have Down syndrome.” She laughed at her own statement, “I know! It sounds crazy! But you are lucky. You have been given a precious gift. And you will have so many blessings in your life because of her. There is just something about Down syndrome, I don’t know what it is, but it really is special.”

“I think I am beginning to learn that.”

“Well, I don’t want to keep you awake any longer; I just wanted to say that.”

“Thanks…actually, do you mind if I give you a hug?”

“Not at all.”

I hugged the night nurse. I did not catch her name, and I had not spoken to her much that evening, but she had given me a gift too. She was so genuine. She did not see my child as broken, or as a mistake. She knew she was perfect. And she knew that the gifts that would come to us because of Nichole, were gifts she wished she could have in her life too.

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It is Down syndrome awareness month, so I am sharing our story of finding out our daughter had Down syndrome and the first few weeks of her life.

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