Stand with the 8% – Down Syndrome Babies Who Weren’t Aborted

In the United States, would you believe ninety-two percent of babies diagnosed with Down syndrome are aborted before they get a chance to take a breath? When I hear this statistic, it makes me want to burst into tears.  I can’t imagine a world without Trig — he is the best brother!  (Okay, you’re not too bad either, Track!)

It’s crazy how in love with Trig we all are. When Tripp is acting up — which he does often! — I sometimes joke with my mom.

“Hey, want to trade kids?” I laugh.

Willow and I always talk about how lovable Trig is, and how we’d take him over any so-called “normal” kid anyday! He’s way cooler than people with fewer chromosomes. I’d have a Down syndrome baby in a heartbeat, and I know anyone else would if they saw any sort of glimpse of how perfect my little brother is.

I saw this photo on Facebook, which takes the silly “I am the 99%” slogan of the Occupy Wall Street guys and turns it on its head.  I’m not sure if you can read the small print from the photo, but it reads:

I have Down Syndrome, and my parents didn’t abort me.

I am one of the 8%.
I may never be the captain of a high school team.
I may never win a national spelling bee.
I might not go to an Ivy League college.
It might take me a little longer to learn sometimes.
I might not ever be the tallest, fastest, or smartest.


I will show you how to love unconditionally.
I will show you how to be joyful no matter what.
I will not have your handicaps of malice, hatred, prejudice, discontentment, and arrogance.
My parents and family love me exactly how I am.
I am fearfully and wonderfully made!
Pretty powerful, huh?

It goes on:

In America, the abortion rate for a prenatal diagnosis of Down syndrome is 92%.  In a society that’s so obsessed with perfect children, competition, better performance, and plastic surgery, Down syndrome is a death sentence.  We are guilty of genocide, creating the master race by killing 9 out of every 10 babies with a genetic anomaly.

Did you hear that, Occupy Wall Street guys? That’s something really worth protesting.

Please share this post on your personal Facebook pages, because together we can raise awareness about this national tragedy!

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  • Ella

    Bristol, this made me cry too! I can only imagine how difficult it would be for an expectant mother to discover that her child will have Down’s Syndrome… but they are incredible gifts from God, who does not make mistakes, and bring so much joy and innocence into the world.

  • votermom

    Wonderful post.
    I really think the way abortion is being encouraged today via pre-natal testing is a form eugenics and it is sickening.
    If any pro-choice people read this blog I hope this comment reaches you: I consider myself pro-choice but I think abortion is ethical only for extreme reasons – to save the life of the mother, or in case of rape*. I believe in legal, safe, and above all , rare. The only ethical reason, imo, for a woman to end a pregnancy is if the pregnancy itself was either caused by a violation (rape) or threatens her life (then it is self-defense). But deciding to abort because of what the baby will be like after he or she is born means the mother is discriminating against the baby and violating the baby’s human rights.
    (*In the case of rape, I hope that the mother considers either keeping the baby or giving it up for adoption, but the final decision cannot be taken away from her)

    • Sasha

      I do agree to some degree– but there is one other circumstance that I think it is ethical. There are some conditions where the baby will not live past a year or two. That is two years, probably filled with sterile hospital rooms and plenty of tears and heartbreak for the family, before that baby will be ripped away. And, in situations such as that, the final decisions should be left up to the family– are they willing to go through that?

      • Susan

        As a Christian, I believe that God made the child…it is God’s decision as to when the little one will leave this earth…it’s not my decision to TAKE THE LIFE AWAY (Thou Shalt Not Kill). As a Christian mother, I would submit myself to the Will of God, and do all that I could do be that child’s “angel on earth” while the baby was alive. I would do everything I could to hold the baby, sing to the baby, whisper and kiss the baby and let them know LOVE.
        I know that not all mothers are women of Faith though…

  • mistah charley, ph.d.

    One of my nephews has Fragile X Syndrome, which causes intellectual disability. He is a member of our family and we love him.

  • blackbird

    Beautiful post Bristol, thank you.

    Sarah Palin’s Speech at the Republican National Convention

    Sometimes even the greatest joys bring challenge. And children with special needs inspire a very, very special love. To the families of special-needs…

    To the families of special-needs children all across this country, I have a message for you: For years, you’ve sought to make America a more welcoming place for your sons and daughters. And I pledge to you that, if we’re elected, you will have a friend and advocate in the White House.

    Governor, I am holding you to your pledge and waiting for your Presidency, I am a very patient person and will always be here, God sparing Life.

  • Mary

    This post is incredibly beautiful Bristol. I was blessed to work with children with several developmental disabilities, they are some of the most amazing and beautiful children you will ever meet. I hope to be able to return to that type of work as soon as possible. Thank you so much for putting this out there for everyone. You are such an amazing person and I respect you so much for you courage!

  • linda

    I find it hard to understand how trumpeting the wonderfulness of Trig because of or in spite of his having Down Syndrome is not the same as finding fault with him for having Down Syndrome. In both cases, a person is making a big deal about his condition rather than about him. Also, how will Tripp feel about this post in the future? Maybe it will have disappeared into the mists of time by the time he’s old enough to read or understand, but is he going to be okay with his mom basically saying that she would prefer to have a DS child to having him? I know this is said in jest, but so are many, many hurtful things. I suspect that both Tripp and Trig are marvelous little guys, as are most children their age, but this post puzzles me greatly.

    • Michael Teuber

      It is Trig’s disability, not who he is as a child, that is the reason, statistically, he was 92% likely to be aborted. Establishing that he, and other Down Syndrome kids, have a positive value, not just in spite of, but as a result of, their extra chromosome is the point.

      A significant number of people dehumanize Down Syndrome babies and imagine that bringing them to term involves a sacrifice without a beneficiary, sentencing the mother to a life of drudgery without a goal. Holding Monica & David, Trig, or the little guy at the top of this post, concretely in mind instantly reveals the falseness of such devaluing formulations.

      Regarding your second point, remember this is Tripp Palin we are talking about. If only this post were in the top million traumatizing things Tripp may grow up and read about himself, his mother, grandmother, or uncle, this would be a worthier, more just nation.

  • huntingmoose

    ask a lib,
    would you sentence to death someone with a disability? would you sentence to death someone 90 years old who needs help? would you sentence to death someone convicted for a serious crime?

  • Bruce O’H

    The Left always act so morally superior, because they are supposedly for the underdogs of humanity. While, in actuality, their policies end up being the bane of, or, in the case of Downs babies, the death of them.

    Bristols post shows which side is REALLY for the underdog!

  • blackbird

    Abortion is an abomination and has nothing to do with religion and everything with Humanity. How do we call ourselves civilize when life is removed and murdered from and in the uterus, this we do not do to our pets. There are no words to describe this Horror.

    Palin’s position on abortion is life…

  • blackbird

    For all those who might apply.

    The Quilt

    As I faced my Maker at the last Judgment, I knelt before the Lord along with the other souls. Before each of us laid our lives, like the squares of a quilt, in many piles. An Angel sat before each of us sewing our quilt squares together into a tapestry that was our life. But as my Angel took each piece of cloth off the pile, I noticed how ragged and empty each of my squares was. They were filled with giant holes! Each square was labeled with a part of my life that had been difficult, the challenges and temptations I was faced with in everyday life.

    I saw hardships that I had endured, (which were the largest holes of all). I glanced around me. Nobody else had such squares. Others had a tiny hole here and there, other tapestries were filled with rich color and the bright hues of worldly fortune. I gazed upon my own life and was disheartened.

    My Angel was sewing the ragged pieces of cloth together, threadbare and empty, like binding air. Finally the time came when each life was to be displayed, held up to the light and the scrutiny of truth.

    The others rose each in turn, holding up their tapestries. So filled their lives had been. My Angel looked upon me, and nodded for me to rise. My gaze dropped to the ground in shame. I hadn’t had all the earthly fortunes. I had love in my life, and laughter. But there had also been trials of illness, death, and false accusations that took from me my world as I knew it. I had to start over many times.

    I often struggled with the temptation to quit, only to somehow muster the strength to pick up and begin again. I had spent many nights on my knees in prayer, asking for help and guidance in my life. I had often been held up to ridicule, which I endured painfully; each time offering it up to the Father, in hopes that I would not melt within my skin beneath the judgmental gaze of those who unfairly judged me. And now, I had to face the truth. My life was what it was, and I had to accept it for what it had been.

    I rose and slowly lifted the combined squares of my life to the light. An awe-filled gasp filled the air. I gazed around at the others who stared at me with eyes wide. Then, I looked upon the tapestry before me. Light flooded through the many holes, creating an image. The face of Christ. Then our Lord stood before me, with warmth and love in His eyes.

    He said, “Every time you gave over your life to me, it became my life, my hardships, and my struggles. Each point of light in your life is when you stepped aside and let me shine through, until there was more of me than there was of you. Welcome Home My Child”

    May all our quilts be threadbare and worn, allowing Christ to shine through.

    In this world you will have trouble. But take heart, I have overcome the world. John 16: 33