Now that we’re home and establishing a routine for ourselves, my thoughts are turning from George’s intestinal surgery next year, to his Down’s Syndrome.
We had no reason not to believe anything other than we were having a ‘normal’, healthy second child.
I almost took for granted that your kids will grow, go to school then maybe college and university, meet someone and fall in love, get a job, marry and have their own kids who’ll continue the process over.
I hope George will tick some or all off that list, but I’m now grieving for a child that never was – who would have attained those priviliges more easily.
You want your children to go as far in life as you have, or better.
I suppose the key to all of this 5am thinking is not to compare what might have been with what is.
George has his own set of goals and milestones ahead of him and as he hits each of those I’ll be the proudest, most supportive, loving dad I can be.
George is George.