A Portland couple recently received national – even international – attention over a landmark court case involving their young daughter. The 4-year-old girl, their third child, has Down syndrome, which was unknown to them during the pregnancy. After their daughter was born, they sued their health providers for allegedly assuring them that they would have a normal, healthy child following genetic test results (a CVS), despite the fact that two later ultrasounds apparently raised red flags for Down syndrome. Apparently they were also told that there was no need for them to get an amniocentesis for further testing.
A week and a half ago, a jury unanimously awarded the parents $2.9 million against the local health system to pay for the extra lifetime costs of caring for their daughter, admitting that had they known they would have a child with Down syndrome, they would have aborted the pregnancy.
Ugh. I got sick yesterday while I was at work. It’s always amazing to me how fast a cold can come on. I woke up in the morning and I felt completely normal. At 10 a.m. I had a meeting with my new boss and it was during that meeting that suddenly my throat felt just ever so slightly “off.” You know, just that subtle little tickle or scratch you get that is barely there at first. An hour later it was definitely a little scratchy and by 3ish or so I was heavily suspicious that I was headed down a bad path.
By nighttime the cough and sore throat had set in big time. Ahhh – nooooooo!!! I hate being sick! It got so bad that I didn’t even feel like having wine last night. That’s just crazy talk, I know.
When Jeff and I first got together – which will be coming up on 12 years the first part of 2012 – he was most certainly the “night owl” between the two of us. I don’t think I ever went to bed later than 10:00 p.m., whereas he could stay up much later than that. Over time, especially after we had Ian (I think), his bedtime started trending earlier and earlier while mine remained roughly stable. That is, until the past couple of years or so when we’ve had this complete role reversal.
Most nights, around 10:00 p.m., it goes something like this: Jeff approaches me as I’m on the couch, usually with HGTV on by that time, laptop in, well, my lap, and he informs me that he’s off to bed. I reply, with confidence:
Oh wow, yes, I’m right behind you!