This is a bit more than sandwiches, but here we go… An intense fear of mine (and of most expectant parents, I’m sure) has been of having a severely disabled child. Honestly, I thought that it was something that I would simply be incapable of handling – the responsibilities, the sadness, the pity. Maybe I wouldn’t be able to love such a child enough. When my mind visited these thoughts, it was almost unbearable. So I avoided them. Just the other day, though, something inside me asserted itself – yes, I could handle it. Together, P and I would be loving parents for any child. And it would be fine. I would even be wonderful! Relief.