Nanette wasn’t in Charlotte’s groupa at the baby house.  She was in the smaller groupa for children who needed more one on one support.  The director and therapists told us (and other families who came after us) that she had a “hard” form of Down Syndrome.  She was developing at a slower rate than the other children with the same diagnosis.  To them, though, it did not matter.  Nanette was who she was.  She was loved and valued—weak heart, cognition challenges, and all.

Nanette was transferred at the end of September, and sent nearly 50 miles across the region to an institution.  Everything and everyone that she knows is gone.