Babies Perfect and Imperfect (Opinion‪)‬

Our daughter was born at 5:22 P.M. on December 30, 2005. Two hours later, a nurse called my husband out of the room. When he returned, he took my hand and said, "They think Penny has Down syndrome." As this news began to make its way into my consciousness, we heard shouts from the room next door. Another child had been born. "She's perfect!" someone exclaimed about that other baby. "She's perfect!" Once we found out that Penny had Down syndrome, we had a hard time celebrating her birth. We didn't open the bottle of champagne perched by my bedside. We were afraid to call our friends and family. We didn't shout, "She's perfect."