I was watching Parenthood the other night. I love the show, but sometimes hits a little too close to home.
One of the couples has a child with Asperger’s. They are expecting another child and the scene took place at the OBGYN’s office. The couple was terrified that their child might be a son, increasing the likelihood that they would have another child with Asperger’s.
My heart skipped a beat. I remember being tortured by the same dilemma. It is so hard admitting that you have limits. Statistically it is unlikely that were I to father another child it would have VACTERL, but there is a higher incidence than that of the general population (.00016% chance).
I love my son. He is a huge part of my life. But could I go through it all again?
So needless to say, it was not a relaxing night of television.
