I was alone when I found out Wyatt had Down syndrome. And I mean that literally: I was alone in my house. Less than a week earlier, my husband had deployed to Afghanistan. We knew that our odds of having a baby with Down syndrome were 1 in 6. He left the decision on whether or not to get an amniocentesis and know for sure up to me, and I just couldn’t go the rest of the pregnancy not knowing. I got the amnio two days after I watched him get on a bus to go to war, kissed him goodbye and hoped it wouldn’t be the last time. And three days after that, I got the phone call that would change my life forever, alone in my house, with no one to help me through it. My family and best friends were hundreds of miles away in our hometown. My husband was at war. And my world had just been shaken to its very core.