Josh was born in May of 1995, feels like five minutes ago in some respects and a lifetime ago in others. How does this happen?
Where did the time go? How
did we get here? A blink of an eye! Every good story has to provide a little background information!
This is where our story, what we like to call the rollercoaster of Down
I was 28 years old, married for eight years with a five-year-old, typical son, Tim, when Josh was born. During the course of my pregnancy, we consented for some prenatal testing. Through a blood draw, the lab performed an Alpha-Fetoprotein test (AFP), which I had declined while carrying my first son because of its inaccuracy rate but, for some reason, while carrying Josh, we decided to have the test. It came back negative for any abnormalities. YAY! I called everyone I could think of to tell them that the baby we would have on or around June 15, 1995, was going to be healthy!
However, on the Friday of Memorial Weekend in May 1995,
very much to our surprise, Joshua Michael arrived THREE FULL WEEKS EARLY, weighing in at 8 pounds, 1 ounce, with a cleft lip, Donald Trump sweep-over hairdo and Down syndrome!! I knew he had Down syndrome the minute they placed him on my chest.