The Quill and Me A mother's journey of faith, patience, and joy with her daughter. A Prayer for a Healthy Baby When I was expecting, my only prayer was for a healthy baby. I didn’t care if it was a boy or a girl — I simply longed for health. But when my daughter was born, she struggled to breathe. They placed her in an incubator, and I didn’t get to see her for almost three days. Before I could hold her, my husband came in with words that pierced me: “We have a Mongoloid child.” Later, a nurse tried to lighten the moment by saying, “When they told me that, I said I’ve never even been to Mongolia. When they finally rolled me down to the nursery, I held her for the first time. She was precious, with a head full of hair. And in that moment, I fell completely in love. Early Challenges, Early Miracles My precious daughter was diagnosed with Down Syndrome. Her breathing troubles were temporary, and though she was born with a heart murmur, by age seven it had healed completely. She had ey...
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