When my son came into the world with Down syndrome, I put my signature on papers giving the hospital permission to place him somewhere else… But right as I was walking out, a nurse chased after me and said something that left me utterly shaken.

“Something like this.”

I couldn’t shake those words.
The following morning, a social worker from the hospital walked in with forms. Medicalsocial work

Brian stayed at my side, but he never once took my hand.

“It doesn’t have to be permanent,” he told me.

Inside, I already knew that wasn’t true.

Right before I put my name on the papers, the nurse carried my son in to see me one last time.

He seemed so small.

So peaceful.

Then I signed.

Roughly an hour later, I was walking out of the hospital with nothing but an empty baby carrier… Medicalsocial work