Gabriel Mizrahi

My brother has a special needs son whose needs are so great that he lives in a special home with round-the-clock staff to care for him.

My sister has three special needs children, one with autism and two with cognitive delays.

My cousin's children also have different disabilities.

That's a lot of special needs in one family, no?

I accept them, and I do not doubt my siblings' genuine love for them.

But witnessing the effort that goes into caring for high-knee children looks very distressing.

Yeah, I can imagine.

The doctors told me that due to my advanced maternal age, I'm at greater risk for abnormalities and complications, that pregnancy is a young woman's game, and I agree.

So when I recently became pregnant again, I did genetic screening to ensure the testable disorders could be screened out.

Unfortunately, the company told me there was a delay in getting the results.

By the time the results would be ready, I would be past the allowable time frame for abortion.

I took the abortion pill, and only hours later I received the results.

Perfectly healthy, with absolutely no risk.

Jeez, Scott, that's brutal.

I am so sorry.

I now feel unbearable guilt and anger at myself.

I tried to get some kind of antidote or reversal, and then I begged God and prayed for my baby to make it.

I did not get any antidote as there was no evidence to suggest anything that might help according to the doctor I saw in the emergency room.

Wow, what a scene that must have been.

She went to the ER.