//pagead2.googlesyndication.com/pagead/js/adsbygoogle.js (adsbygoogle = window.adsbygoogle || []).push(); September 20,1989 “If your baby lives he will be severely disabled. He won’t walk or talk or acknowledge you.” The doctor left and I sat without expression. When the words finally sank in, I cried without comfort. Prayed and asked why. It was the destruction of a dream. The dream of the baby and life I planned. When I heard these words, I sat down and wept and mourned for days; and I was…