After my 18th week ultrasound for my fourth child, I received a phone call from my OB on a Monday afternoon. I immediately knew something was wrong. It is funny because earlier in the day I remembered feeling relief that I didn't get a call. Part of me knew something was wrong.

Here is Luca's story.

It took me several months to get pregnant, and when I finally did, I was beyond happy. My pregnancy went really well, and I loved every single moment of it. Luca (we already knew it was a boy) was born a couple of weeks before his due date, after an incredibly painful labor that lasted forty hours (no drugs, should I add). Anyway, there he was. The most perfect little angel on Earth. He was a HUGE baby (over nine pounds), and had strong lungs!

I am not the mother, but the aunt of two beautiful Down Syndrome children.

My sister Meghan and I were pregnant at the same time five years ago. I gave birth to a beautiful baby girl three weeks prior to her emergency c-section. I was the coach because Meghan was a single mother.

Matthew Paul Mangili was born on August 3, 1998 about 4 weeks prior to his due date. He weighed in at 6lbs, 0 ounces and the doctors said he was perfectly healthy and we took him home 48 hours later. He was absolutely precious!! And although Matthew had some trouble breast feeding the first few weeks, he gained a lot of weight in the next few months, thanks to the formula he was eating. For the next several months, Matthew put on weight and grew as all mainstream babies do. His checkups were always great, and other than an ear infection and respiratory infection, he was otherwise perfectly "normal" and healthy.