Yes it Does!

The following Tuesday, 12 May 2003, we got the call. The military OB, Dr. M, just told us that the baby had Trisomy 18. I asked the gender and was told she was a girl. That was it. I called the practice that did the Amniocentesis. I was told they were at lunch. I relayed the fact that this was urgent and I needed to talk to someone. I got Dr. R. He told me that Trisomy 18 was “incompatible with life” and urged me to “go ahead and have a D&C.” I responded that my baby was still alive. His next words have been forever etched into my very soul: “If you know she’s going to die anyway, does it really matter when?” Well, yes, it does. I got off of the phone as quickly as I could and never spoke to that practice again. Kevin was right there with me as I was on the phone. When I told him what the Doctor had said, he was absolutely livid. If we had been in the same room, Kevin would have had a hard time not knocking some sense into that man.