It came across my Facebook stream. The sadness. The hurt. The unbelievable-ness of it all.
An almost Mother. A prenatal diagnosis. The decision to abort already made.
Because this child, the same child that yesterday held hopes and dreams and the love of it’s parents, has now been deemed defective.
I’ll never be able to understand the decision to terminate the life that just moments ago you were so grateful for.
There’s one message I’d like to spread far and wide.
There is no such thing as a defective child.
There is only a child that you’ve created, the child that is no different now than he was before the diagnosis.
The child that deserves a chance at life.
I firmly believe that the disability doesn’t lie within the child, but rather within the heart of the beholder.