When I was pregnant I found out at my 12 week scan there was a high possability of a chromosomal difference. The grief I felt was something else - the grief for the baby I thought I was going to have, for the life I was going to have with him, for the life he was going to have. If I could go back now and tell my pregnant self what life was actually going to be like , I would have enjoyed my preganancy and saved myself a lot of tears.  

He's the most sassy, funny, clever, affectionate cheeky monkey you could ever meet, and he brings so much joy to everyone that has the pleasure of meeting him. I wouldn't change a single thing about him. 

He's my little superhero.