You were made to be

“Your baby should not be,”

He said to me.

“Any abnormality

I do not want to see.”

I disagreed.

While I didn’t know the outcome for my son

Or what struggles he may face

One thing I knew

Was this little boy –

Had infinite value

My own capacity?

My own strength and ability?

Absolutely a question mark

And not something I could pre-weigh

But this little child?

I would do what it would take

No matter how infinitely hard it was to grasp

How to raise a child with a potential disability

But one thing I knew

Is that to me –

Little boy,

You have infinite value.

And you were DEFINITELY

Made to be.
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This poem was written regarding the pressure from an obstetrician to abort if any chromosomal abnormalities were found in a pre-natal diagnostic test. He believed it was black and white – if there were any abnormalities in your baby, you abort. My husband and I did not agree with his view.