I laid on the floor and my hand swalloed his as he clung to me for comfort. Right now everything is pretty unsure. My parents are at the Birthing Center and my new baby sister has just been rushed to the hospital on a streacher, after being alive no more than a few hours. The little kids don't know, only Moira and I . My Grandma is down the hall, I doubt she's asleep. My Dad is more troubled than I think I've ever seen him, when we're leaving to go over to Steve Dear's house to spent the night.
It's weird because everything seemed fine at first, but I had a really weird feeling. I just had a feeling something might go wrong. Then when I held her, I looked at her face, and I thought I noticed something. I tried to convince myself I was wrong and that the Doctors would have noticed and done something about it if there was anything wrong. However not to long after, my Dad is called by the Mid wife to go talk privately, and then I knew. A few minutes later he calls us all out into the hall minus the little kids and tells us Mary Evelyn is "not well." She may have heart problems and her breathing is weak and they think she has down syndrome. I guess I kind of knew. My Mom noticed her face too and thought she probobly did. None the less I think she's beautiful.
Moira's asking me a lot of questions when I don't really know anything. My Dad was very upset on the phone. He didn't know much of anything all he said was " Seeint them take that baby away on the strecher was just about all I could handle."
I tell Moira a little bit about down syndrome and as she keeps asking, I just tell her, All we can do is hope and pray.