I have been following this blog of a little boy, Jedidiah, who (so everyone thought) had Trisomy 13. After he was born, testing found that he had Trisomy 18. He was able to go home with his family, but he recently passed away. His mother wrote of her experience with the doctors and nurses after Jedidiah's birth. You can read that story at http://trisomyjourney.blogspot.com/2010/11/medical-mindset-you-are-your-childs.html. I'm shocked at the callousness some of those professionals showed this family.
Jedidiah's story has been on my mind so much lately. It heightens my appreciation for our experience in the hospital with Lily and how our doctors and nurses gave Lily so much love, despite their knowledge of the statistics. Dave believes Lily was able to make it out of the hospital because of the love they helped us shower on her. The tenderness, the care, the compassion that they gave her--oh, how can we ever repay that?
So when Dave and I were talking about things we were thankful for. . .well, I just couldn't help but feel the deepest, renewed sense of gratitude for the hospital staff who took care of us after Lily was born.