I love it when people are lovely

Apparently, a two week old baby with my son’s syndrome was put up for adoption. Our syndrome society put a message on Facebook asking if anyone was interested in adopting. There were several enthusiastic yeses from parents who already have a disabled child, including one from a couple whose daughter had died of complications from the syndrome.

This made me happy. People can be lovely. I thought I’d share.

Rose Woodhouse

Elizabeth Picciuto was born and reared on Long Island, and, as was the custom for the time and place, got a PhD in philosophy. She freelances, mainly about disability, but once in a while about yeti. Mother to three children, one of whom is disabled, two of whom have brown eyes, three of whom are reasonable cute, you do not want to get her started talking about gardening.


  1. Oh, stop! You’re killing me. I already want to adopt a child with a disability, don’t tell me about it *now*!

    Is the baby a boy or a girl?

    • I know, right? I simply told my husband, “Apparently, there’s a kid with Ridiculously Rare Syndrome up for adoption.” That’s all I said, but he knew enough to say, “No way.”

      I actually don’t know the sex (maybe we need some cupcakes?), or any details except two weeks old and has the syndrome.

      • Fortunately, I no longer have a husband to say no, yay!! Unfortunately, I may end up with more kids than I need.
        Being a single mom will likely make it exponentially more difficult (if not impossible) to adopt anyway :(. But if I adopted I would miss out on being pregnant, which I loved. Ugh, tough choice.

        It’s probably best I don’t know any more details about the baby. I would just fall in love.

        • I didn’t realize you were a single mom. I wonder if being willing to take on a disabled kid would help….

          I also loved being preggers. But by kid 3, I might have had enough getting up 6 million times a night to pee. I’m also finding it nice to pop a couple of excedrin when I have a headache.

          • Getting up at night to pee didn’t bother me. Getting up at night to breastfeed, change diapers, etc. was difficult. Junior has never been a fan of sleep, which made going to work the next day miserable and a vacation.

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