While awaiting the results I often looked at her thinking there was no way my baby girl has Down syndrome. Our suspicions were later confirmed at which time the vision seemed impossible. I felt afraid, helpless, sad, and confused. I also felt guilt for denying and hoping for Amina to not have DS as I felt I was denying who she was.

In those early days I worried so much about what it would be like for Julian to have a sister with Down syndrome. Would he be embarrassed of her? Would he resent her and us? Could they ever have a real brother/sister bonding relationship?