What's done is done...well, this time last week actually.
Long story short, the foetus had Downs. In some ways, the decision would have been easier had the foetus had Edward's or Patau syndrome as they essentially make the foetus unviable and the decision is made for you.
Downs is a much trickier decision. Essentially, I thought Downs was slight to severe mental disability along with the slight physical deformities that are signature to Downs. Turns out after reading (fucking loads) that all that is just the tip of the iceberg, and amongst many other reasons, we're older parents and didn't feel we had the right to sign up our perfectly healthy daughter to look after a disabled sibling after we pop our clogs.
I know other people might have different views on this stuff, and frankly, it's been a week I still have trouble with the decision we made even though I know it was the 'right' one for us and our family, but it still sucks and I can't get the 'heart beating on the scan' memories out of my head for more than a couple of minutes at a time. Shit, at 12 weeks they look fully fucking formed on the screen.
Anyway, I need to draw a line and venting does make me feel a bit better. What's done is done. Move on, move on.
You know what he said? Ah need 'bout tree-fiddy.
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