We were offered all the testing due to my advanced age(39) but we had already decided that whatever child we got we would love. No one in our family or circle of friends had ever had a handicapped child. Then we had Christian.
My son Christian has something similar to Down syndrome, a chromosome problem called
tetrasomy 12p or Pallister-Killian syndrome. It's identifiable by amnio. This syndrome is exceedingly rare and the outlook for these babies is not good. They are very mentally handicapped, have seizures, deafness, heart problems and are fully dependent. The majority never walk, talk or potty-train. Many die in utero and about 40% who make it to birth die in the first year.
Of course, I am a hard-headed old broad. You just tell me "can't" and I'll prove you wrong or die trying. Christian had a full list of "can't" and "won't". He couldn't see well, he couldn't suck well, he was super frail. Several times we were told he would not make it . I wouldn't listen. I forced this child to sit up even when he cried so hard his siblings would run from the house. I brushed his teeth with peanut butter and fed him cocktails of oatmeal &sweet potatoes.

I made him touch different textures even though he would break out in a sweat. I put him on horses, made him lie down next to dogs, and threw him in the pool--anything to "wake up" his senses. Slowly but surely, Christian came around.
Today, Christian is 11yrs old. He goes to public school in a class for severely mentally handicapped children. He is 90% potty-trained, washes his hands, carries his plate from the table and wipes it up after eating. He runs, goes down the slide, plays with the pets, claps hands, and sings all day long. He's the happiest person you could ever meet. Yes, he still can't see well and he can't talk, but he loves to run and swim and ride his horse. He eats almost anything. He loves to go camping,and Disney World is the tops
My life would be so different without Christian. Raising a child like him is not easy.There are so many decisions to make on a daily basis and the constant worry of keeping him safe. But the joy he brings to our lives is the pay-off. He's happy with his life. He knows he is loved and he gives back love freely. It is a life-long commitment, but there are worse things I could have done with my time than devote myself to caring for this person.
