I know my safe versus sorry decision could meet with some hostility but I will share it anyway. When I was a teenager I volunteered with Special Olympics. It was my senior year in high school and it was a class requirement. From working with them just that short time I knew I did not have the disposition to handle special needs children. That conviction never wavered. I admire people who have children like that, they have something within them that I respect very much. Some good friends of mine had a little girl with down syndrome and talk about the perfect parents with all their extended family living nearby. I knew Kirsten was a very blessed little girl to be born into that family.
When I was pregnant with my third child there was a slight chance he could have spinal bifida, I had ultra sounds for the next 4 months till I was 8 months pregnant and the doctor could tell by his size he did not have it. I knew then and there that my son would be my last. I was not willing to take a chance of a future child having some kind of issue.I felt this was a way of telling me no more kids, three is enough. So my then husband had a vasectomy shortly after Timothy was born.
Timothy turned 21 this year so in these past 2 decades I do not ever regret making that decision. I know beyond a shadow of a doubt that I am wired too much like my dad. I won't go into details what that means but let's just go with it was the absolute right choice to be safe versus sorry.
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