My seven-year-old son had begged for a sibling for years, so when his baby sister Brenda was born, I thought his sudden obsession with sleeping under her crib was sweet. Then one night, I heard him whisper something through the baby monitor that made me stop in the hallway.
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My seven-year-old son, Ben, begged for a sibling for almost three years.
Every birthday, every Christmas, every random Tuesday when he thought persistence might finally wear us down, he asked the same question.
When Brenda was born, things became more complicated than we expected.
“When am I getting a baby?”
So when my husband, Daniel, and I finally told him I was pregnant, Ben screamed so loudly our neighbor knocked to check whether someone was hurt.
When Brenda was born, things became more complicated than we expected.
The doctors explained that Brenda had Down syndrome and started walking us through tests, specialists, therapies, and things we might need to prepare for.