They told me that I was having a little girl.
They told me she had all ten fingers and toes.
They told me she would be born in February.
They told me she would be healthy.
They told me she would have Down syndrome.
They told me I would love her.
After seeing the extremely low muscle tone around her mouth they told me she might never eat normally.
They told me she might need to be on oxygen a long time.
They told me she wouldn't look like the rest of our family.
But other than all that, they said that they couldn't really tell me what to expect.
Because "awesome" is hard to predict in those fuzzy black and white screen shots and is pretty much never detected in an amnio.
Happy Birthday, Addison!
Never have I loved three years more.