Being the mom of a child who has Down syndrome, autism and a plethora of health issues, it is not uncommon to find yourself at the doctor; sometimes several times per week. Usually those visits go smoothly. You sit in the waiting room, get called back, see the doctor and leave. In the waiting room you might smile at someone or say hi to people around you, but for the most part, you keep to yourself as others do.
Today though, we had a different and difficult experience. Difficult in the sense that it ripped my own personal blinders off and exposed one of my greatest fears — my sweet little girl being targeted for having Down syndrome.
