Dear Francesca,
Holding you in my arms after you were born in May 2014, you were beautiful.
But compared with the births of your two older siblings, something was different.
I had no idea until the nurse told me.
‘We’re sorry, but your little girl has Down’s syndrome,’ she said.
You’d been born with an extra chromosome, would have developmental issues.
‘What if it affects her quality of life?’ I panicked.
It was scary at first.
Especially as I had your brother Alexander, then 6, and sister Elizabeth, then 3, to look after, too.
Only, as the months went on, I realised you were just like they were as tots.
Happy, healthy.
There’s nothing to be afraid of, I realised.
I watched you grow into a confident little girl.
‘Mummy,…