I was talking to somebody who had a ds the same time that I had my ds. She was telling me how worried her dh had been that there would be something "wrong" with this, her third, child, and how her dh was a wreck when he found at the birth that luckily the child was "perfect".
And it kind of gets me. You know what, there is something "wrong" with my child, but we were still overwhelmed with happiness when he was born...
(I know I know I am being oversensitive)
(I know she didn't mean it that way)
(and I know that before I had ds I probably wouldn't have thought much of it)
(but still)