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Prenatal diagnosis
According to the medical profession the direction and scope of reproductive services such as IVF and pre-natal
screening are based on solid evidence; the evidence indicates these are effective and safe services. Moreover,
women want them. As a consequence these services are usually presented to the wider community in a positive
light with images of ‘successful’ birth outcomes showcasing the importance of their work. Unsurprisingly this has
lead to women being expected to take control - from timing a pregnancy to choosing one particular pregnancy
over another – they are to improve their lives and the health of their offspring. But are these developments all
‘good’ news? Is it safe to assume the push to achieve better birth outcomes and the concomitant use of prenatal
testing automatically improves lives? Could it be the issues raised are causing some lives to become harder? How
meaningful, for example, are tests such as amniocentesis and CVS? As the mother of a child with Down syndrome I
believe it is important for myself and other women in similar situations to share their lived experience. Perhaps we
can illuminate some of the more complex and troubling issues these technological advances have the capacity to
create – not only for ourselves – but for all women.
Motherhood. It’s no longer as simple as the issues surrounding prenatal testing Living with Down
getting married and having babies (if it I would like to share with you a few of
ever was). These days women are expected my experiences and hopefully illuminate syndrome
to take control of their lives. To project some of the more complex and troubling There are days when having a child with
manage their pregnancies and childrear- issues these technological advances have Down syndrome can mean losing all hope
ing commitments. the capacity to create. of being an ordinary mother; a mother
In the seventies the pill provided women with run of the mill concerns, a mother
with sexual and reproductive choice. They In the seventies the pill provided with run of the mill routines.
could, amongst other things, choose the women with sexual and I know.
timing of any pregnancy. Today, repro- reproductive choice. Today, I’ve had such days.
ductive services such as IVF and pre-natal reproductive services such as Days when I wish I were a mother who
testing are presented as enhancing this could meet up with other mothers at the
IVF and pre-natal testing are
choice. As offering women the opportu- park, a mother who could entertain the
presented as enhancing this possibility of returning to full-time work,
nity to choose one particular pregnancy
over another, to further improve their choice. or a mother who could take her children to
lives and the health of their offspring. the beach on a hot summer’s afternoon.
And generally speaking as a society we Days when the longing for a sense of
expect women to avail themselves of these ordinariness, the longing to be a mother
services, to submit to the various screen- who isn’t that much different to other
ing programmes. mothers threatens to extinguish any sense
But how informative are medical pro- of usefulness, any sense of belonging to a
cedures such as amniocentesis and community outside the family walls.
CVS? How meaningful are the results? Periods when being confined to the
And more importantly, how safe is it to perimeters of the home while trying to be
assume prenatal testing improves lives? a good enough mother to three medium-
Could it be, for example, that some lives sized boys can seem unduly difficult and
are becoming increasingly more difficult unduly friendless.
as screening methods become simpler and Fortunately, such bleak times are few
more affordable? and far between. And most of the time I
The issues are complex and the answers feel good about our lives. Most of the time
necessarily different for each of us. I feel ordinary enough as a mother, con-
As one mother who has grappled with nected enough as a mother despite my
limitations.
The pressure to conform Caring for sick children the time to feed a patient, let alone read
to one.
Welcome back, she smiled. I’d like to As a twenty-three-year old student pae-
Sam’s recovery was painstakingly slow.
introduce you to Dr M. I nodded politely diatric nurse I’d cared for sick children.
The medical staff wanted to remove his
in the doctor’s direction while imme- Children with everyday illnesses such as
intravenous drip, but before that could
diately trying to discern if Christopher gastroenteritis, croup and the flu. As well
be done he had to be drinking. The fluid
felt as caught off guard as I did. You’ll be as children with more serious ailments
intake via the drip had been lowered so
pleased to know Dr M can perform the such as cystic fibrosis, whooping cough
as to increase his thirst, but he just wasn’t
test today, she informed us. and leukaemia.
interested. Eventually, the Charge nurse
Dr M nodded and reached out to shake I enjoyed looking after all of them, but
decided he should be offered a smartie for
my hand. It’s a bit of a squeeze, she told for some reason it is the children I met
every 15 mls he swallowed. But even with
me, but I can fit you in at around four. in the neurology ward that I remember
the offer of whatever colour he wanted,
And don’t worry; she reassured me, that’s the most. The children who had brain
Sam still wouldn’t drink.
what we’re here for. tumours, epileptic seizures, or neurologi-
I still remember the combination of silly
I was shocked the heavy artillery had cal damage caused by trauma. It certainly
games and soothing words I used to cajole
been called in. The pressure to conform, wasn’t an easy ward to work on.
him. And how excited I was when he swal-
the pressure to say yes had been dramati- Often I would find myself nursing a child
lowed those first 15 mls and reached out
cally heightened by the presence of a doc- who would never be the same again. Who
to choose his first smartie. He picked out
tor in the room. I could also sense the two would forever struggle with the effects
a red one. And breaking into a small smile
women wanted to talk to me alone. That of brain injury. Or more heart breaking,
pushed it into his mouth. As he began to
they wanted to talk woman to woman, nurse a child who was terminally ill. It
chew I couldn’t resist leaning in over the
that they thought if they could get me on was physically and emotionally chal-
bed rails and giving him a hug.
my own I would agree, I would under- lenging work. But it was also immensely
Each day I would arrive on the ward
stand. That it must be the male who was rewarding, especially if you believed what
and hope Sam had been assigned to my
the stumbling block. The problem. But I you did could make a small difference for
care. If he and I were going to spend the
could also tell they were unsure; Christo- a child or parent.
shift together I would feel immense pride
– as though I had been chosen specially.
I could also sense the two It wouldn’t matter that the Charge nurse
women wanted to talk to me had probably assigned each Junior nurse
alone. That they wanted to talk according to their workload and experi-
woman to woman, that they ence; I still liked to think it was me she
thought if they could get me on was choosing.
my own I would agree, I would These days as a parent I look back won-
understand. der if I spent time thinking about Sam’s
future. I have no specific memory of wor-
rying about the years ahead, worrying
pher was after all a doctor, a member of
about what sort of a recovery he would
the health profession, one of them. Surely,
make and how well his grandparents
they reasoned, surely he must understand
would cope. Perhaps I did think about
why I must take the test.
I didn’t want to talk to them alone. In Samuel’s accident how life might turn out for him. Or per-
haps since mine was still in the process of
part, because I felt the decision was as I still have clear memories of nursing
unfolding I didn’t know how to imagine
much Christopher’s as it was mine. Per- Samuel, a three-year-old boy recovering
the future. I can only hope my care was
haps a little more mine, but one I wanted from severe head injuries he’d received in
good enough even if I couldn’t understand
to make together. And much to their a car accident. His parents had been killed
the bigger picture.
dismay I declined both the talk and the instantly when an oncoming vehicle had
amniocentesis. veered off course and rammed head on The memory of Hannah
Well, if you change your mind we’re into their station wagon.
Another far more painful and troubling
here the counsellor reassured me. I nod- I spent as much time with Sam as I could.
memory is that of six-year-old Hannah.
ded and as I left I made a point of looking Reading, playing and hopefully provid-
Hannah arrived on the ward one Christ-
each woman in the eye while shaking her ing some comfort, some distraction. I
mas Eve. She had been complaining of
hand firmly. Thank you, but no thank you, was able to do this because back when I
tiredness and headaches and had become
I reassured them. was a student nurse it was considered the
increasingly irritable and difficult. Ini-
I wanted the baby I’d felt kick. I wanted right thing to do - as long as you still com-
tially, her parents Steve and Rachael
him or her no matter what. pleted all your non-nursing tasks. In the
thought she going through a phase that she
I don’t know why, but the prospect of giv- early eighties simply spending time with
was unhappy at school, but as her condi-
ing birth to a baby with Down syndrome a child was considered an important part
tion deteriorated it soon became clear she
didn’t terrify me. of the healing process. It wasn’t like today
was seriously unwell. And a brain tumour
where over-stretched nurses haven’t even
ise that there are probably larger reasons, test complicates things. How much of a
double-edged sword it has become. I also Received: 20 September 2006; Accepted 14 Febru-
larger forces at play which make it so hard ary 2007; Published online: 7 August 2007.
for me to feel ordinary. realise many other women may come to
That unlike the children I nursed, the experience a similar pain and a similar
tragedies that befell Hannah and Samuel, sense of loneliness as more and more dis-