Mamma Called the Doctor
A Mother and Child’s Final Journey
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Every day I kiss my children good morning and every day I look up into the sky to say good morning to my fourth child in heaven. I sit at the kitchen table with paper and pen in hand. This is my way of communicating to my loved ones who live in heaven. I have no idea why I have a need to air all my dirty laundry on paper. I guess that when I write it down it reminds me that this is my life. I have discovered that bad things really do happen to good people. I know that I am a good person. I try at least to do right by my husband and children. Everyone else is secondary in my life and my concerns do not lie on their happiness. I would have done anything to ensure my son Luca’s well being. I could not guarantee him a good future here on earth. Hell I could not even guarantee that I would live long enough to take care of him. It has taken me a long time to accept my choices and appreciate the strength Angelo and I needed to offer our child back to God. Everyone has moved on over the years and I still need to write down all of my thoughts. I guess it keeps my story alive when I see it in black and white. I sometimes wonder how many women have had to face a similar situation and how many of them have followed in my footsteps. I also wonder how many people would throw a brick at my front door in disgust if they heard my story. Most of all I wonder how many families are raising special needs children and whether they would understand my decision or secretly wish they had done the same. Three years later I am still not sure whether I made the best decision, but I do know I made the right decision for our child. It is what it is. No one on this earth is without sin. No one on this earth has the right to cast the first stone. I have taken on the most difficult job in the world. I am trying my best to raise strong and happy
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Mama Called the Doctor is the poignant memoir of a suburban stay-at-home Mom, who at the age of thirty-eight, became pregnant with her fourth child and began her unbelievable journey from personal tragedy and heartache to self-acceptance and peace.
Antoinette Romana was living a dream life with her husband Angelo and three children when she received a shocking phone call from her doctor after her amniocentesis. Her precious baby had Down syndrome, and Antoinette and her husband had just four days to make an agonizing decision that would ultimately change their lives forever. Antoinette details her conversations with family members who backed her with unwavering support and also her dialogue with the doctors and counselors who shared their honest, sometimes emotionless feedback as she and Angelo bravely faced a difficult situation head-on with great strength, faith in God, and an unwavering love for each other.
Antoinette shares her openly honest and heartfelt story of survival with the hope that in reaching out, she will help those who have traveled on the same journey know that they are not alone.
About the Author
I feel I am qualified to write this book because I lived every moment of every word written. If you write your story with truth and honesty then you will be true to yourself and help others. I am so proud of myself for making it through the worst time of my life. I am even more proud of myself that I was able to tell my story and hopefully reach out to a family that may not be able to see the light at the end of the tunnel. I had an abortion, there I said it! Lightening did not come down and strike me dead, nor did anyone throw a stone at me. (Not that they haven't verbally tried) But I MADE IT PAST all that. I know when my story is read there will be a little for everyone to relate too. I am just a house wife and a mom of 3 beautiful children. I live in Canada and I have a wonderful funny and happy husband. We live normal lives but my husband and I carry in our hearts our 4th child that was diagnosed with down syndrome. We chose to terminate the pregnancy but not with a huge price attached. Our shame. It has been 4 years and though no-one talks about it anymore, my husband and I still dwell on the what if's. We are raising our children with values and morals and I am teaching them never to judge someone else for their choices. But my 10 year old thinks if you don't play soccer your a loser and my 7 year old will only play with you if you like war game. My daughter judges her friends by the style of their shoes.!!!! Oh well I still have alot of work ahead of me when it come down to molding my children. In the meantime my heart lies with my memoir and I know there is someone who needs me.